Ten days until we leave. My dad says to me last night, "So, I came home all excited to take mom's bike for a ride since it doesn't have all the weight that ours does, and when I walk in the door, I see that you put all of the bags on her bike with the tools in them!" After a good chuckle, he said, "So I just took them all right back off and went for a ride." He told me his average speed was 19mph instead of the 17mph of his bike and so me being curious took it out today got the same thing! And really, two miles an hour doesn't sound like a big deal at all, but it is. Oh, trust me... it is. A mile down the rode, a song came on that I couldn't help, but sway a bit to, and I was reminded real quick that a bike that is not packed down is much more responsive to your body movements. And there I was, in the middle of a nicely paved road on the verge of wiping out.