In the morning, we tried to get an early start, but had several delays. First, we found that Michelle had a broken spoke. This was a new problem for us. Luckily, Michelle had 2 extra spokes so we were able to attempt a repair. Emily turned out to be an awesome mechanic. She took out the old spoke and put the new one in like it was no big deal. While this repair was going on, we were distracted by another issue. One of the semi-permanent RVers had heard arguing and glass shattering the night before. It turns out that it was the unwanted visitors that had bothered us. The police were called during the night, but didn't show up until that morning. They asked us what happened and began to search through the vehicle of the perpetrators. I don't know if they found anything, but they helped diffuse the situation. The bad guys were kicked out of the campground (to continue on their way to Florida) and the police waited with us until they were gone. 

We finally got on the road, almost two hours later than we had expected. We biked 89 miles to Griffin, GA. We had arranged to stay with a CouchSurfer named Will. When we finally reached their house on the north side of town, we were welcomed with open arms and lots o' southern hospitality. Already prepared for us was a feast of roasted chicken, broccoli, baked rice, fruit salad, bread, iced tea, and brownies. We gobbled up as much of that delicious food as we could fit in our stomachs and spent the rest of the evening chatting with Will and his mother, Nancy. Will also helped us plan our route for the following day (Griffin to Atlanta). Since he has lived in Atlanta for several years, he was able to advise on which roads to take and which to avoid. Before we realized it, it was after 11pm. So we called it a night.