Every few miles I would stop and stretch out in the grass for 15 minutes or so. The last time I did that ended when the 911 folks showed up in a big fire truck. Those folk were fine but the idiot who called 911 because I was resting on my back with my hat shading my face, and my tents ground cloth under me just off the wide shoulder of 127 with my bike parked vertically next to me because they were concerned about me but, I guess, to scared to just stop and speak to me.
I haven't called yet but trying to find a rental car is my next step. The last two days of riding have been quite hard on my back and that has meant that, even using lots of assist, riding 25 hilly miles is really, really hard.
Today's ride: 86 miles (138 km)