My ride over to my start in Markleville IN was one of those days on the bike that shouldn't great, but end up that way. The temps started at 50 when I left, dropped to as low as 34 as I crossed the blue ridge and again when I made the turn where 64 heads up toward Charleston. The heated vest and socks kept up, the heated grips not quite but close enough. No real traffic, no drama, just a nice relaxed 600 miles. I got to a decent and reasonable Quality Inn there, was disappointed to not find an Outback nearby, and ended up with a burger from A&W. No pics, why would you I had a reasonably decent and yet doable, with some luck, route and I knew it was the best you could come up with within that range from my house. I hadn't even looked much out west, but I knew I had the best route I could come up with. I actually took the time to research and write down some Dunkin's and Krispy Kremes. Here are the SPOTS when I woke up. I'm sort of by myself, you might notice. I never sleep before these things. I was up at like 5 and rolled over to Waffle House, which was an utter shitshow so I ended up at McD's. I ate more crap this weekend than I usually do in three months. I headed to the gas station for my start receipt, sent it, and I was on the clock, rolling to my first bonus, 8 miles away. So if me blowing my route was at all my fault, here's where it happened: I decided to grab a couple of Dunkins in Indianapolis. My route went up to chicago, then came back down the back way to Lexington, where a HUGE bonus, -1200, that I had to get before 6pm. I really thought I had it, but it just didn't work out that way. Anyway I did it then slog it like 200 miles north to the Lake County Jail On the way from here to the next one is where the day really got blown. I pulled out and noticed that my headlight was out. There was an Autozone right there within sight, and I could not believe my great good fortune. Anyway me and my luck pull in and I reach in to get the old bulb out and when I pulled the cap off the back of the reflector, the little spring clip that holds the bulb in was sitting inside the cap and fell down into the nether regions of the bodywork. At first I admit I thought it was funny, and I fished it out, went in and grabbed a bulb, came out, and got the new bulb in place- and I could not for the life of me get the little goddamn clippy thing to engage. I should've taken the body panels off to get a better look, but I was basically refusing to believe that a bulb change could be such a pain in my ass. Then I lost the clippy thing again, even going back in and getting a magnetic part fisher-outer. All of a sudden I realized I'd been farting around with this for a whole hour. I cut a corner off a clean red rag and jammed it into the cap, and it was more or less enough to keep the bulb in the reflector, though it wasn't seated exactly right. Fearing the vibration of the odd mounting spot, I went back in the store for my third purchase- three more H7 bulbs. It was a high-traffic route to the next memorial, and I was kind of afraid that my route was screwed. I was a little blue when I snapped it. I took a look at my route sheet (ie envelope) and my arrival timing wasn't too bad. If I caught my next bonus then headed to the time-restricted one, I could come back and grab the one in Frankfort easily enough. I headed toward my next one, but got held up in traffic pretty bad. I even had a detour around a closed road, upon which Garmin took me on a shortcut consisting of what started as a decent dirt road, but then turned into deep gravel- the kind of stuff where you have to keep it over 30 to stay up. Next time I will consider following the orange signs. By the time I got to the jail I knew I wasn't going to make the time-restricted bonus. I said screw it. My first lunch bonus was in a pretty terrible DQ. No pics here either I looked at my route during my 40 minute stop. I couldn't see a way to replace the -1200, and I still had to go to Frankfort. Part of me thinks I should have stopped in Frankfort for the night, right then, to see if I could salvage my route... but I wanted to be West of Nashville before stopping, so I decided to stick with my original plan for my rest location. I think in the end it worked out best for me.