I'm usually pretty regular time-wise in the bowel movement area, but for some reason - nerves I guess - I couldn't get it punched out before departure. I figured that maybe, like last year, it just wouldn't come up during the rally.
It did.
About 8-10 miles west of Farmville the urge started getting pretty intense. I finally had to get off the highway just east of Farmville, where I was lucky to spot a Sheetz. I made it in time despite the extra motorcycle gear.
Unfortunately and despite my best efforts to the contrary, my escaping bodily waste tore open my one lonely hemorrhoid. Boy that hurts, and it's not a great way to start the day. Not even a little bit.