The Dogs are Getting OUT OF CONTROL!

As we ride deeper and deeper into Kentucky, the dogs are getting more and more out of control. Literally every house has a mass of vicious dogs, waiting for their moment to sprint. Any guilt we have previously felt about harming an animal has faded away. We have taken to riding as a tight pod of five, and are now armed to the hilt with every weapon we can conceive. The lead rider rarely has anything to worry about, as the dogs almost always chase the trailing rider. We've started to riding two-wide, thus one person can protect the back left of the group, and the other the back right, with one rider at "point" (front). Each of us has spray mace, and a box of "poppers." The latter of which are small paper-wrapped firecrackers that can be detonated by throwing them at the ground. With the lead rider screaming at the top of his/her lungs, and the trailers spraying and blowing up everything else, we have managed to avoid any bites. We're actually starting to have quite a time of it, and the constant distraction makes the miles melt away.

TODAY MARKS 2 MONTHS ON THE ROAD FOR JOHN AND I! HORRAY!