Bike repair #2 - Kellan's turn

What do you do when, at mile 45 out of 132 of your bike trip to Harper's Ferry, your rear derailleur explodes with a force that bends one of your spokes on the side of a narrow busy highway in BFE Virginia?

Apparently, you do not call someone to pick you up. You save the little exploded bike bits for posterity, shorten the chain so that it fits snugly in the middle of your back gear set, and ride it single speed - all the way there, and 65 miles back the next day. Up huge hills, along more highways with semis passing 2 inches from your face (not recommended)... you also ride with the wheel slightly bent, oscillating and dragging on the left break pad. And you stay very close behind your pack-mule girlfriend (called "drafting" - cuts down on wind and makes biking easier) and let her know often how little you are pedalling.

As Erik put it eloquently, "We solved the shit out of that one! Give me another problem so I can solve the shit out of that one too."