Day 6: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love... The Arby

Once you have read of Satur day/night's Hoosier fest you will understand the non-complexity and abridged nature of day 6. The day started like any other Sunday (in Athens) waking up at 11 a.m. Getting to know our poet in repose, not really she was very poetic all day, hostess we served her up a breakfast made of black bean burritos with tomato and onion.... a real heart wrencher I know.

All day we looked like those cross eyed Persian cats that lie around waiting for something to kill them. Stretching and talking of existentialism in the sun we accomplish loose zen. Finally getting all straps and buckles synced we leave Bloomington feeling Bloomington around 4:30 in the afternoon.

Making but only seven miles the trio needed calories and fast or there was going to be a triple layered crash, an energy crash, we are all very safe riders, covered with whine ass and tears. So we stop at non other than Arby's and yes I was so hungry I did eat at Arby's! After gorging, well Sam and Nick who order 4 roast beefs and cheeses continue to eat all four in the short afternoon. As the second of the RB's was consumed some ominous clouds roll over the Western horizon giving the trio a sense of relief and a reason to remain at the mustang solarium in the Arby's (pic above).

We held fast the rest of the afternoon watching as each non-thundering cumulonimbus monster cloud wisped over our heads without incidence. Well, it's really time we found shelter for the night mentioned one from the trio and we headed towards the closest bouquet of trees we could find. Seeing that the tree line ended but 6 feet past a wonderfully dangerous and possibly flood prone gully we decided to undecide for the trees. Continuing around the area we trespass around the property proving that el ranchero has nothing to offer in their dumpsters and carpet one is not that same kind of carpet that is fun to eat. We continue on after getting our bicycle out of the shed behind the Arby's. The manager actually let us put our bikes away in their utility shed, GO ARBY'S (pic below).

Finding ourselves not so very far down the road, we spot a nice looking cabin homely and quaint. Upon
further inspection was it we noticed that it had not been built but only pre-fabricated there on the spot. The unfinished look of the place made it feel as if we were in a Carter lumber looking for tree house components. Scoping the scene out for some time we decided what a nice place to stay, a place to be warm, a place to stay dry, a place we could have possibly been directly booted out on our asses from. With one eye open and all three knives by our sides we hit the sack and wait until morning... wait.... wait.... wait.

















Miles: 7

Morale: lackadaisical

possibility of storms

no flats