Why do they call them continental breakfasts?

Jake here-

After riding through rain much of yesterday (we have now been in rain for seven out of the last ten days) we again splurged on a hotel. We pruned our bodies in the hot tub for two hours last night then fell asleep. Our sleep was fitful however because we were all looking forward to the free continental breakfast this morning. We woke at 5:50 to make the 6:00 opening of the dining area, gorged ourselves, went back to the room for two hours and returned to re-gorge ourselves at 8:30. It's been a lazy, sickening morning.

Yesterday was somewhat eventful. We crested Boulder mountain (a 4000 foot climb) in about 6 hours and then coasted into the little town of Torrey. The excitement occured two miles from the summit when Eric, attempting a balancing act, plunged his rear wheel into the cracks of a cattle grate. His derailleur was mangled so he spent the next two hours in his lowest two gears. (Haha) Eric is now hanging out with a man named Dick(?) who apparently has "a bunch of old bikes in his garage" and can find him a new derailleur. Our fingers are crossed.

I should point out, after adding the "Major Malfunctions" sidebar, that Loren and I both upgraded to Specialized's Armadillo touring tires back in Carson City. We've each had one flat since but they were circumstantial.

I also want to mention that Eric has dubbed his bike "Rainbow Lightning." "Rainbow" because the 1971 Fuji Royale clash of colors hurt the eyes of most passerby, and "Lightning" because it would be better fit conducting electricity than being ridden as a bicycle.

Another source of many laughs has been Loren's absentmindedness. He's lost two helmets and a Camelbak in two weeks. Nuff said.