R17 8 Ride Out Day 2 Churdan Reunion

Day 2 

Our night in Jefferson was the hottest, stillest, steamiest fucking no good night of Ragby sleep I have ever had. I thought I have had some bag ragby sleeps, but this one was one for the record books.

And, of course, no one came to collect our money for our night in Jefferson. I had even called ahead to let them know that we would be there, but nah, nope. 

We packed up camp in the dark and headed to the Casey's for last minute snack needs. There's a good coffee shop in Jefferson, and I learned recently a good donut shop, but we went to neither and then got on the road. 

Right? 

We rode out of town and took a yellow road north. Steven and I were trying something new on this RideOut: turns! This may sound silly, and I feel pretty dumb for not figuring it out before, but a turn is such an emotional boost on the ride out. My initial feeling was that it made sense to take the straightest, most direct routes possible, but a turn, or many turns, punctuates the trip and breaks up the boredom. There's something to look forward to every five miles. 

There was some traffic along the highway out of Jefferson, but only one truck-on-hog-truck-pee-your-shorts moment. And then we turned! Huzzah. The Mayor and I chatted and enjoyed the quiet stretch into Farlin, but, wait, where is Farlin? We passed it almost without realizing it--it was just a few meth shanties off the main road and soon we had caught up with Steven at the next turn. 

The goal was to head into Churdan, so we didn't pause long at the turn. There was surprisingly more traffic on this stretch of road, but big, gorgeous expanses of fields and farms in the morning light. 

After a few more miles we were riding into Churdan and scoping out the two main roads out of town. Which would we choose? West or north? But there was a gas station in Churdan, and you'll never believe the happy vehicles we saw outside: two, glorious, decorated, loaded recumbent bikes.