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It’s a hot day at Cooper’s Landing. The Missouri River stretches to the right. A bluegrass band and crickets hum in the background. And people are scattered about listening, drinking beer and fanning away the heat. I glance around for Sara Dykman, who’s just arrived from Jefferson City by bike and who’s heading toward Mexico. I don’t see her, but I do see her bicycle. The bike is bright pink and loaded down with stuff. Suddenly, Sara appears with a Mr. Pibb in hand, catching me in the middle of snapping photos. “My bike looks like a homeless person met a car wreck and it doesn't look pretty it looks like just a bunch of junk piled together that's slightly breaking so only the most interesting people are brave enough to talk to me,” Sara says when I ask her if she’s met any interesting people on her trip. She’s right; the bike doesn’t exactly look pretty, but it does look sturdy. She’s fashioned two kitty litter buckets to use as semi-waterproof storage for her stuff. And little |