1WS,It's Tuesday we’re all afraidof — that Fort Dodge to Ames • leg. It’s hilly and, unless the wind changes, we’ll be riding right into the teeth of a stiff breeze. And it figures to be 100 degrees* again,. Today’s leg will separate the men from the. boys. The boys will survive and the men will die like flies.But if Mr. Pickard can •make it, I can, Probably.it it itr\NE OF THE truly fine \J things about the ride thus far is the experience of meeting the Iowa driver again. I mean it.They’re so nice, it’s hard to believe they’re motorists. They smile, they wave, they yield the right-of-way, they drivesafely, tiving in Washington,I’d forgotten drivers could be that way.The first couple of hours of the first day, John Karras noticed me swerving my bike to the very edge of the road whenever a car approached. “What are you doing? Kar--ras-askech — -MI’m getting over here where I can lay the bike in the ditch if an on-coming car tries to kill me,” I answered.“Why would he want to kill you?“Because I’m here, I guess, It happens in Washington all the time. Another favorite trick is to come up close he-hind a bicyclist and blow the horn in hopes that he’ll fall under the wheels,” .............“This is Iowa,” said Karras. “People don’t do things like that. Haven’t you noticed themwave at us as the cars goby?”M Ye s, ” 1 said, “but Ithought they were making scene gestures.”Wm to the Kast can do -that toyou-(Tune in tomorrow when we ten the results of the Fort Bodge^Ames leg of the tesiBike Trip in an epMe..1*11 I • d 1 mi . AT . 1 ' t I . 1 INE\The (Higheiday flt;admincol leg) that produi Spec urged perim as pa puter on co tions i to et! grade for acIntitleccontiandsaidbetwlegeistud'tificipedfor sTheommiprogrthetwelfiyqarone ympresethrowturnsc hoestude a g«the esiongranAisecsdeniaUoj to IStoperditogTh*il M