Last week I spent a few days in Denver area visiting Cousin Barney (real name undisclosed to protect the ignorant) with daily trips to nearby mountain routes. Day one we took 285 into busy but curvy and pretty much all uphill. Continuing on over whatever pass that gets to and eventually turning off to eat lunch in Woodland Park. Then we twisted and turned back to Denver on 67. Boy Howdy, that's pretty exciting for a small town boy from the Upper Midwest!
Now getting to the point of the post, we pulled into whatever the locals call Kwik Trip to gas up for the next days assault on the Rockies. Here is where it gets interesting. Because I can't do anything without applying unnecessary brain power I pulled out the phone (okay, phones brain power), did the math, clearly got it wrong so did it again and lo and behold I did not get it wrong. 67 lovely miles per expensive premium gallon. Laughing I flashed the screen at Cousin Barn and he grins back displaying a 72 on his phone. You high elevation people must get pretty annoyed heading down the hill when visiting the rest of humanity.
Now getting to the point of the post, we pulled into whatever the locals call Kwik Trip to gas up for the next days assault on the Rockies. Here is where it gets interesting. Because I can't do anything without applying unnecessary brain power I pulled out the phone (okay, phones brain power), did the math, clearly got it wrong so did it again and lo and behold I did not get it wrong. 67 lovely miles per expensive premium gallon. Laughing I flashed the screen at Cousin Barn and he grins back displaying a 72 on his phone. You high elevation people must get pretty annoyed heading down the hill when visiting the rest of humanity.
