Just got off the phone with Brian, he's called the ride, hail the size of golfballs, bouncing 6 feet into the air, locals are calling for baseball sized hail. He was lucky as he had just pulled in for fuel when the storm hit. So, many kudos to a rider who knows when to call it good, and Brian is the definition of a Rider. His plan is to break the remainder of the trip into 2-700 mile days, stop and smell the roses kinda ride. He will still have his Spot on for the ride and if things work out I'll still try to meet up with him somewhere along the way.