Day 4. I work out.

To get things going in the morning, we have established a break of dawn dance party. I've abandoned the depth of my 70s and 80s hits and moved on to something more simple.

...This is how I roll, come on ladies it's time to go.....I'm sexy and I know it.

Kim and Anders get right into it. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah.

Today's lesson was pronunciation. We are having a bit of a disagreement about how to say mayo. I suppose it is like potato, potato and it doesn't matter; however, it seems to me that most people that I know say it "may-o", rather than "my-o". I proposed a saying to help them remember; "Give me some mayo, or I aint gonna pay-o". I thought this was fool proof, but Anders pointed out that "Give me some mayo, or I'm gonna cry-o" could also work.

Going up our first pass after Eureka, we met another rider; Leon from Misoula. He had a slightly different set up than us. He was carrying what looked to be a tank in the back. I'm not sure this bike is going to make it to Antelope Wells. Or Whitefish. But he was very friendly.

I'm in some need of a bike shop again; front shifter and derailleur are broken. Whatever. I'm not in a hurry. It gives me an excuse to visit Rob at the Outdoorsmen in Butte in a couple of days.

We are staying in Columbia Falls for the night. We are a day behind my pace from last year, which feels about right. Good days of riding, with some energy left to have fun at night. Music time now. I work out!
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