White Flag

There's a team here named "Team Draught." Their motto is "if you ain't having fun, lower your standards." We lowered our standards today-- of ourselves.
We want to pedal every inch of this state, but we need a break and the forecast calls for more wind and rain. So we are catching the "Sag Wagon."
I don't think either of us thought we'd complete today. You could see that in our eyes. That was confirmed this morning as we rode through freezing rain and frigid wind (I'm guessing 20 MPH). We've never been so cold. It was bad.
We haven't been going into town at night to enjoy the parties. So we are hoping to feel rested enough today to party tonight.
We are depressed about giving up short of today's goal. After all, we did a much tougher 83 miles a few days ago. I for one immediately had regrets when getting on the van. But, Paul's knees are done and the cold did me in.
I wondered if we were making a mistake when, as fate would have it, we missed two other opportunities to sag. We tried to wave the first guy down. He waved back and kept driving. We hopped back on our bikes and chased him down only to see him loading the last two bikes the trailer would hold. I kept thinking that this is a sign we should keep pedaling. So we did. But then abandoned the day soon after. This is our yearly vacation, not a death march!
The break will allow us to finish the last two days on a strong note.