The first day of riding in Michigan was full of adventure. Jonathan’s rear pannier showed a propensity for popping off when he would accidentally kick it with his foot. We eventually had to strap them down with bungie cords. My dad’s pannier popped of at another point, and just to make the problems universal, my front derailleur picked today to break. Luckily the coast of Michigan is pretty flat, and I can make due with the 9 gears on my back wheel until a new shifter can be found.
About 4PM we were flagged down by John, a teacher and avid cyclist in St. Joseph, who plied us with cold drinks, tales, and then hopped on his bike to guide us toward out hotel for the night. The good characters that pop out of the woodwork to help cyclists exist in Michigan as well.