We've seen it, we've smelled it, we've avoided becoming it.

To keep our bodies, bikes, and blog rolling, sometimes we have to let them stop.

Sometimes, you spend 600 miles in a single state. Sometimes, you hop right on to the next one in only two days.

Today we biked through the Mississippi River flood plain, listened to (Come on Feel the) Illinois(e), and thought about Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

In which we ride a century, leave Kentucky, and celebrate our grouchy fuzz-muffin.