Dan and I left for Colorado on a Sunday, when it was beautiful outside and sunny and we could stop for breakfast in Oklahoma City at a Waffle House with his childhood best friend, who lives and works in OKC at the moment and always has great stories about how dismal it is.
We were making good time through Kansas--whole lot of nothing in that state, I found out--when Dan's car, a Honda Passport, decided to die. Not just die, but like shudder and screech to a slow halt on the freeway two miles from the Colorado border. When we cracked the hood, there was smoke. Not good.
To make a very long story short, we think the engine seized, and we got towed to the nearest Colorado town (Burlington, no use in backtracking into Kansas, since the nearest town there was also 20 miles away), and we spent the night in a gross, seedy motel until the mechanic told us the next morning that yep, the engine seized. And blew. Or something. I don't know. Dan was on the phone with them; I was on the phone with everyone else I could think of, trying to find us transportation to the race and then back home with three bikes and luggage. The 10-year old car, with 200,000 miles on it, had just become a giant, useless piece of junk.
One of Dan's uncles--we were going to stay with two of them, brothers who live together in Boulder--got a U-Haul dolly and drove about three hours out to pick us up and then make the four-hour drive back to Boulder. (It took longer going back because his car was definitely not big enough to tow Dan's, but we made it work anyway.) However, the uncle couldn't come pick us up until that night, so Dan and I had a day in Burlington, Colo. This is what we found: shitty Mexican food (possibly even worse than the stuff in Enterprise, Alabama, where I did my senior year of high school) and a 105-year-old restored antique carousel.
These people weren't kidding around with their Kit Carson County Carousel. Thing was gorgeous, hand-carved, fully suspended and made in 1905 by the Philadelphia Toboggan Company. It was for Denver, but in the late '20s that city got all fancy and wanted a jumper carousel, where all the horses went up and down individually, so Kit Carson County bought it with $1,200 of taxpayer dollars (people were ticked and several commissioners lost their seats over this, since that was the cost of an average house at the time).
When the Depression hit, the town shuttered up the shell around the carousel, the sort of building that protected it from the elements, and filled the whole damn thing with grain, like it was a silo. Grain around the horses, the smug-looking camels, the goats, the St. Bernard dog, the sleds and the lion--everything. In 1976, for the Colorado centennial and the country's bicentennial, the community decided to gather up about $16,000 to start a five-year restoration project.
The restoration project turned out to take 25 years and cost a total of about $3 million, largely raised by the town people through things like bake sales. They did get some grants, since they got the thing declared a historic landmark, but since the thing had been filled with grain and mice and God knows what else, it was a big project. There are hand-done canvas paintings around the inner core of the carousel, and there were big rips in some of those, so they had to be mended.
The great thing? Costs only 25 cents to ride it, so Dan and I definitely did. Only cost a buck to go into the museum, which we ended up not doing since we had to go meet Dan's uncle, but we spent about an hour and a half, maybe two hours, sitting outside the carousel, watching it go around. The older ladies who worked there were really nice and kept us entertained with talk and backstory, and we saw handfuls of tourists and families come through. It seems like a pit stop area, and considering the nothingness in Kansas and the general nothingness until you got to Colorado Springs or Denver, it was a nice break from the road.
If you'd been on the road, that is. We were stuck. But we did get to Boulder, and got a rental car for two days to tool around, and I'm saving Boulder and Leadville for some other posts. But let me just say: It sucked like nobody's business to have the car die on us, but we got through it and got to see something really awesome, too.
