Nothing. Just Nothing. (Day 3--Carroll to Boone)

It's official. Monika is the most hardcore biker of us three. She got up at 6 to start biking. And that would be okay if we'd gone to bed at 8 as we did the night before. But we didn't. More like 12:30. So she barely slept before a 70 mile day of biking. Susanna and I are certainly not that intense about this ride. We slept until 9:30, and opted to be dropped off at the halfway point for the day. Iowa has finally flattened out and we are all grateful. 

The Asian hats are still garnering a lot of comments, some culturally ignorant ("nice lampshades") and some culturally insensitive (speaking "chinese"). We still have the most commented-on hats at RAGBRAI. We've also all developed RAGBRAI tans. And of course, bike shorts are longer than regular shorts, so it's always visible. It's embarrassing.

We are staying at our second YMCA of the trip, only this one is terrible because it DOES NOT HAVE AIR CONDITIONING. Seriously, it's a sauna. And there are fat old men sharing the gym with us who clearly have neither showered nor do they have any intention of showering. They sleep without shirts on. It's horrible. We're sitting outside, where it's a cooler 90 degrees. We are considering sleeping outside or upstairs in the women's locker room. For some reason that's a lot cooler. 

Tomorrow is an easy 54 miles to Altoona. We look forward to air-conditioned housing, and good food. And no shirtless fat old men.