While my friends (including our own MU Pedal Pusher) used their visitors as an excuse not to ride with me, I used my visitor as an excuse to go for a ride. I biked the 30 miles and met them all at a little small-town festival where we rode the Octopus and the Gravitron which I remembered as being kind of lame but were about as much excitement as I can stand nowadays.

The bike ride would have been completely uneventful had I not run out of water before I made it even halfway. I'd have sold my soul for a church with a water spigot on that road. There wasn't even a gas station.

I saw lots of lycra on one stretch which is part of a popular loop. They weren't the friendliest people, and probably turned their noses up at my lack of lycra and my heavy commuter bike.

I have to wonder how fast I'd go on something less than 41 pounds.