My host in Gonzales, Louisiana had told me in advance that the big event for the evening was the LSU baseball game. I don’t remember now who they were playing, could have been North Carolina. LSU was in the collegiate world series. I joined Brent, his wife Bridget, their son B.J., his girlfriend and another family for Popeye’s fried chicken, with salad and beans and rice. It was not a huge day of biking, but I ate like it was.

LSU lost.

I went to bed early and had no trouble getting to sleep.