Update #4- DAYLIGHT!

9:55 am, 215 miles into the race, 13:55 hours into the race... total mph average: 15.44!!! Whoo-Hoo.

Just spoke with Geno. The weather forecast for the South this weekend is bleak. RAIN. RAIN. RAIN. It is pretty cool for them-59* I wish we could swap weather with Team Sweet. In Bloomington, we are currently sitting at 52* sunny, and winds WSW at 7 mph. What a beautiful day for a ride! I told Geno this, and then proceeded to tell him NOT to tell Andy.

Currently, they are traveling in Georgia on Rt. 136 heading toward Ranska.

Quote from Geno, "Andy is doing fairly well. I don't know how he is doing it, but he is. I don't think Andy will ever forget this experience. They sure did pick about the worst weekend for weather to have this thing."

More information from the pit crew...Mick has officially been dubbed "Crew Chief." Geno has been doing most of the driving, and with Mick heading to the back of the van to gather the many things he needs to successfully fill his job description; Geno gets a glimpse of Mick's lethal weapon--his arse! I asked how the gaseous state of the grocery go getter was, and Geno said they haven't had enough to eat to supply themselves with the proper ammo. Since the sun has peaked its lovely face, they can leave Andy for a bit and play catch up later. Geno said, "The first McDonald's we see, STOP! Egg McMuffin here we come." The crew is really sleepy. Hopefully, they will get some caffeine soon and their spirits will lift.

Later taters, H