First, my brain was stretched by learning some American Sign Language during this trip. Enough to feel like I could really communicate. More importantly, I learned that this visual language is not a direct translation of English. It's its own language with its own nuances and slang and culture. I especially enjoyed the verbal description of the sign for "dislike": if you don't like something, take it from your heart and throw it away. There's a thoughtfulness that changes your thinking when using this language.
I noticed how differently I look at the terrain neighboring the road and the little offshoots from each road. Back when I was (self-)confined to pavement, I wouldn't even think of venturing off the shoulder into pea-sized gravel or dirt. But now that I've successfully experimented with gravel (meaning I've ridden in it a bunch and only crashed once), the world of many other textures has been opened up. The lesson here is not to confine oneself.
Another thought I had, or invented really, is a new law of physics that I have named "impact theory". It had been my regular practice to slow down for passing vehicles to get the interaction over with quickly. But then I started to think about the speed differential between me and passing trucks. If I slow to ten miles per hour and get hit by a vehicle going 50 mph, the impact is at five times my speed. However, if I speed up to 20 mph, that's almost half. So, yeah, that's impact theory. Try it out.
I also had an epiphany-sized revelation that is so big I can't write about it here. But, trust me, it's good. Really good. And, now, onto the regular ride report.
Day two started with an easy and leisurely morning; a shower, coffee, oatmeal. And more Apiary Road, my new favorite place. Part of the fun of being a tourist is riding wherever the wind blows you and sight-seeing several times along the way. I visited a quaint little barn sale at the top of a big hill and even scored three mini pocket knives for our small troop.