Roy, he doesn't believe in RAGouge - our hero

Friday, July 30
Leaving Decorah is going to suck. Leave before the sun starts to do its deed. Those early riders must not ever see anything fun. Blowjob Barbie is on many rolls of film. Those early riders don't hit the bars. Hardly anyone in the Hop Hat in West Union. $1 beers. Roy kicks ass! Almost beat the support vehicle to Elgin. Thank goodness they got there first. Elgin doesn't want us. Fuck 'em. Damian and Chris take off. Maybe they'll get through the rest of the Alps before turning to sweatballs. Too late for Chris. Somewhere in the back of the mind there are little voices saying, "They're going to sag, you better leave now."; Little voices are always right. Should start listening to them. Not the ones that tell me to kill though. The tar on the road is melting. The temperature of molten magma. Catch up to Chris and Damian in Arlington. Chris now has bike trauma (lucky tube punctured again). Must find shade and food. Not too proud to sag, but can't catch the Millenium Falcon as it leaves town. Damn hyperdrive must be working. Damian spots Bill Hayes. That's right, he lives here. After filling up on pasta at the first station (they won't let us turn on the siren) we go to bar next door. Bill and his wife (expecting again) are inside with John White. How hard should we hint about wanting a ride to Manchester? There's room on Fat Tom's Army's bus. Thank you Fat Tom. Load up bikes and we're off to Lamont. There's still fun to be had. Oh my God, Bill Hayes is here too. Cloning is alive and well in Iowa. Rand McNally-Benak directs bus into Manchester the back way. Silence is golden. If this is true then the rest of the team only found out about our sag when they read this. In the race to be the best hosts, Randy and Dolly upped the ante. BBQ, corn on the cob, baked beans, brownies and lemonade. And that was for appetizers. Steaks, baked potatos and baked onion for the main course. Die Hards are quite pleased that we invited them to stay with us. Randy has been busy getting ready for us, and putting some cold ones in his tummy. Mini nap in office (a/c filled office) is interrupted by young Jana (not the same one from earlier this week). Last time we saw her she was 12. Her friend got carded (because she looks like she's 14). Time to get enough beer to satisfy everyone. Or fill a bathtub. Why go into town when you've got great food, cold beer, a campfire, good company, trade negotiations and the cool night air. Whitey finally lets Dolly come home. Still the same delightful lady who took us under her wing seven years ago. Top contender for hosts of the millenium. Was that a raindrop? Was that a billion raindrops all at once? Are they all collecting in Steve's tent? This appears to be the end of Steve's tent.