So we sag- you wanna makes something of it?

Following such a satisfying evening, the team couldn’t bear the thought of continuing on without at least one day’s rest. As the song goes, “Wednesday is Sag Day,” so following a brunch of smamiches and a rehash of the night’s events, Team Satisfied showered up, did a little laundry and hit the road, this time in the big rig. We returned to the site of a previous ride and headed straight towards the nearest chicken and taco emporium. Apparently, the nugget and burrito machines are very loud and splash hot oil into the eyes of the help, because the server could not spot or hear Sugar through the crowd of boy scouts, even with her bellowing and waving of arms. Not a satisfying experience- better was the cold weather gear obtained at the local bulls-eye.

After settling into Northwood, the real washers tourney began and the whole team was put to shame by an 8 year old washer prodigy, who will be referred to as “Satisfied Stinker,” a name she has given herself. We think she’ll fit right in with her smashing good looks and charm- in about 13 years- when she’s 21- and when her dad will let her out of his sight. Sparkle’s train wreck from Algona got back on track and she left Northwood much more satisfied. Less happy was a Bad Monkey with a bad toe caused by Sugar. Brady self-medicated to ease his own agony. We were all seeing stars as the bar closed, giving way to a beautiful sunny Thursday.

Team Satisfied considered riding out of Northwood on their bikes a victory but our satisfaction with the day would soon come to a screeching halt. While everything seemed to be ok through Stacyville (where Miami boy #1 and Sunshine placed in the egg toss contest) but somewhere around Riceville, things started to stink. After we ruled out any egg debris on Sunshine & Miami, we realized that we had reached the inevitable position for 4 unrelated people traveling across the state in a crew cab truck and a 16 foot trailer- WE HATED EACH OTHER!

Always the scientists, we have determined that a large part of our distress was our tactical error of missing the party in the beer garden in Riceville. Team Satisfied does not go down easily though (despite what you may have heard) and we forged ahead, riding ALL the way into Lime Springs before breaking down and begging our forgiving sag driver to rescue us from 13.3 more miles of teeth jarring, arm breaking roads.