Broken Bow Nebraska

We left South Dakota this morning and by noon had crossed the state line and entered Nebraska. The wind was brisk which makes for a tiring ride as trying to keep your head steady wearing a relatively heavy helmet is not easy!
As many of the roads we ride, this one was pretty much our own as well. Nebraska is ranch country, very prairie like with gently rolling hills. The road stretches out in front of us as straight and far as we can see, it's like a ribbon unfurling continuously; we  come up over a little rise and there it is again.
I keep hearing and feeling  little ping like noises and stings on my legs, it is grasshoppers, lots of them all over the road, they must be jumping up as we ride by.
The fields on each side of the road are shades of gold and green, spotted with herds of cows, some look up as we pass by and it makes me want to wave, sometimes I do.
We stopped in the little town of Hyannis for gas and a beer. The temperature I would describe like being whirled around in a clothes dryer on medium hot. The lady who served us was just opening up (3:00pm), she was a bit flustered about her appearance as she tried to explain away her hair etc. I said not to worry, I wasn't ready for a beauty contest either. The bar decor was a bit like a 1950's diner and the beer was cold! She kind of told us her life story, was very friendly.
We arrived in a Broken Bow at 6pm central time checked into a roadside motel/gas station, which by the way is clean, spacious and right beside the train tracks!!!!! We will see how many trains run at night.
Not wanting to ride again today we opted for the restaurant across the street. We were told to seat ourselves, which we did, then we proceeded to watch the staff serve people who came in after us and  then to clean tables while ignoring my pointed looks for attention.  If there is one thing I won't put up with, this is probably it! Needless to say we got up and left, I think they got the message. Fortunately next door was a deli market where we bought ready made salad, fried chicken and beer.
Nebraska has not impressed, when Jeff was here years ago with a friend they walked out of a restaurant after waiting 20 minutes for service.
It's ranch country and the folks are plain, but they don't  have to be rude.
Tomorrow we will likely cross into Kansas and stay just this side of Witchita. Hopefully we will get time to do some laundry, I never wear the same clothing for 3/4 days in a row at home. (Sigh!)