Central Kentucky to Eastern Missouri

Oh, boy. We have not had internet access for a week. We've travelled 577 miles and traversed an entire state since our last entry. Oof.
We'll start at the beginning: Booneville, KY to Berea, KY. The ride was fine, not much to speak of, but, mysteriously, team mediocre arrived in Berea 2 hours late. It seems Robin got Team Mediocre lost. Mapgirl led the three average cyclists up the area's only hill/mountain. Tim likened the incline to Mt. Everest and JP just sulked. Dinner was the Cracker Barrel. Deep-fried, commercialized southern culture. Tim "the Instigator" Cooke-Huore bet Joe he couldn't eat 15 biscuits before the meal; he was right. Joe left 'the Barrel' with his fried chicken livers in a doggie bag. He attacked the challenge, completing 12 biscuits and making a serious dent in the 13th, but sadly, he failed.
We skipped Springfield, KY as we heard it was budget, and rode straight on to Bardstown, KY. We camped at My Old Kentucky Home State Park and ate McDonalds. We played "In the Green Glass Room" and JP just sulked. Remember: in the green glass room there is the University of Pennsylvania and the College of William and Mary, but there is no Indiana University.
Bardstown to Rough River dam was a st-ruggle. Mapgirl woke us up at the buttcrack of dawn to get done before the heat. We ate breakfast in Hodgenville and were treated by the mayor himself, Stuart (surname unknown). Best buscuits thus far. Paula's Hot Biscuit is a must when visiting Hodgenville, Kentucky.
R-E-S-T D-A-Y. We spent a day at rough river dam state resort park. WE ate a 12 dollar buffet for dinner during which a few unsavory characters tricked Terence into eating frog legs. A raccoon stole Joe's cycling shoe.
The next stop was Sebree, KY. A sweet place, with excellent people. We stayed in the first baptist church which had amazing facilities: a big screen TV, 3 couches, a stellar kitchen, and an ice maker. We met a few members of the congregation who were exceptionally cool. One even lent us her Suburban so we could go to a drive-in movie. We liked Batman begins, at least those of us who remained awake for the duration did. Much thanks to the first baptist chuch.
Sebree to Tunnel Hill, Illinois. We were officially far from our respective homes. We completed our first century. We all made it no worse for the wear. We 'got 'er done'. We stayed at a private campground and were greeted warmly by the owner. He let us stay for free and gave us 50 bucks for dinner. Very excellent.
Tunnel Hill, Illinois to Chester, Illinois. We have reached the home of Popeye, a milestone for every Trans-Am. We didn't have a place to stay when the ride began, but JP lucked out and we were given a little assistance. We met a local cyclist named Sandy in Carbondale, IL who showed us to the bike shop, watched us eat burritos as big as our heads, and hooked us up with a church in Chester. Much obliged to Sandy. Thanks to the First Methodist Church in Chester for giving us some cereal and pasta to take on the bus.
We're currently in Missouri, but too tired and hungry to write about how we got here.
-tk