Ashland, VA to Mineral, VA
Saddle sore - A bruise or sore on a horse's back, caused by pressure or chafing of an ill-fitting saddle. -Wikipedia
To make this definition relevant, replace horse's with cyclist's, then replace back with naughty part between the other two naughty parts.
Of all the terrible things that could possibly go wrong on this adventure, outside of one of us taking a bad fall, the fear of saddle sores possesses me. I'm constantly thinking about them, worried they'll strike at any moment. I stand on my pedals every five minutes so as to air out the aforementioned parts, in hopes of creating a less nurturing environment. Also, and I've had no one verifying this, or even ever speak of it other than myself, but I am haunted with the idea that farting in my bike shorts will give me the dreaded sores.
Coming to a stop in the town of Mineral, we pull up beside the volunteer fire station. This is home for the night. A friendly volunteer named Jimmy greets us and points us in the direction of both the bathroom and the lawn. We are able to shower, and being that it's only two in the afternoon we have plenty of time and sunshine to hand wash our soiled clothing. Two fellow cyclists join us for the evening. We mostly enjoy a Mexican dinner (Mexican food on the East Coast is terrible) and turn in early.
Average speed: 9.9 mph
Max speed: 27 mph