Larryville

What a day! Woke up in Indiana, recognized that it was Friday the 13th as soon as we started pedaling, got free shit from DQ and McD's, toured a national monument, crossed into the Midwestern time zone to gain an hour, publicly urinated all day, broke the 1,000 mile mark on my odometer and put another century ride together to land in the ghost town of Lawrenceville, IL to be treated to yet another epic feast of fried chicken and devilled eggs. Oh you've never heard of Lawrenceville, Illinois? Thats probably because there isn't much of anything here.