Miles today: 47
Miles total: 836
Flats today: 0
Flats total: 1
After a day of riding in and out of violent thunderstorms, I’ve decided to take my “Free to stop” option. I made it through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi and into Louisiana. Like Forrest Gump, I’m tired and I just stopped riding. Made it to Bogalusa, a town with a quaint charm that’s impossible to underestimate. I now know where all the log trucks that whizzed past me were heading. There’s a big ol’ smelly paper mill in the vicinity of my motel.
What we have learned:
- Each and every person I’ve met has been nice to me.
- Dogs hate bicycles almost as much as they are afraid of boat air horns.
- Drivers of septic cleaning and garbage trucks apparently don’t care for bicyclists.
- Riding during rush hour is best avoided.
- I can ride 836 miles in 22 days.
- Shrimp Po’ Boys are almost as good as Oyster Po’ Boys.
- Bicycle butt is a painful thing.
- 63 is NOT the new 40.
- To a bicyclist in Mississippi and Louisiana, every thunder cloud looks like a tornado forming.
- Next trip, travel lighter. Much lighter.
Here’s the 2 pix from today:
A quick photo between lightning strikes!
Welcome to Bogalusa, where everything smells like a paper mill.
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