b'mac n cheese or peanut butter, or scrub the bottom of our one and only cook pan. We do not have to look for a new propane tank, or eat inside our tent to avoid a swarm of mosquitoes. We do not have to take a detour to find a bathroom or a bike shop or an open convenience store, or worry about where we will lay our heads for the night. We dont have to approach the homes of strangers to ask for ice water, or worry about heat exhaustion, or deal with peeling off layers of clothes as the day warms up. We dont have to keep an eye on the bikes while one of us goes to the bathroom or shops for food. We dont have to be concerned about whether or not our clothes will have dried overnight after riding in the rain. We dont have to set up the tent in the dark. No making a fire. Losing a headlamp. Digging through the panniers for tire-changing tools. Putting our shoes on to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Showering at the community pool. Worrying about how far we have to go before dark. Finding a pay phone to call family. Looking out for bears, raccoons, skunks, or field mice that might get into our stuff. Applying A&D, sunscreen, topical Benadryl, or ice. Pulling on a sweaty splint. And of course, we dont have to pedal to get from one place to another.Joe lets me use his car. This is a game-changer. We visit the zoo, drive out to meet Emilies brother and his wife who happen to be in town, visit the Gateway Arch downtown, and the campus of my alma mater, St. Louis University. We plan to stay for three days, but it ends up being five. As we are about to leave, my rear derailleur explodes into a hundred pieces, Emilies chain fails, and the bike repair shop encounters issues with getting replacement parts over the weekend.47'