Day 54 - Fri. 8/11
Not looking forward to a repeat of yesterday I opted to try to work my way as far east as I could using roads parallel to Hwy 278, I got as far as Hokes Bluff AL (15 miles).
When I did begin riding on 278 I couldnt believe I was on the same road. Either trucks have Fridays off or they had been warned that there was a crazed gang on the loose comprised of Red, BOB, and The Cycling Goddess.
In the entire 35ish miles I rode on 278 east of Gadsden AL I saw maybe 20 trucks and 40 cars.The low traffic combined with the pleasant temp caused by an overcast sky made for a relaxed ride.
46 miles into my day I arrived at the GA state line. I was so happy to see it I took a picture of the sign, I would have hugged it but BOB is jealous type. ;-)
I found the Silver Comet Trail about a mile into GA and took it eastward, enjoying the total lack of traffic and hills. In Cedar Town I took a break at the train depot and then headed out towards Rockmart on the road as this was day 54 of riding and although its been fun I was very tired and wanted to "Git 'er done".
Antioch Road went on forever and when it finally became Morgan Valley my spirits and pace picked up a bit. Rolling into Rockmart who should I see on the bench outside her restaurant but Frankie.She was excited for me and my accomplishment, and had our picture taken with Redand BOB for her brag board inside the restaurant.
BJP arrived in Rockmart in the evening with the intent of accompanying me to the Mavell Road trailhead on the Silver Comet the next day. From the motel we rode the mile back to Frankie's in street clothes, and had a wonderful dinner complete with white raspberrycheesecake for dessert.
We then noticed the sky darkening and as we left the restaurant heard thunder and saw lightening. We made it about half of the mile back to the motel before the sky opened and the downpour began. It rained so hard and at such an angle that I had trouble catching my breath. The gutters overflowed and water covered the road so I could not see what I was riding thru, it was scary.
We made it the last half mile and there was not a dry spot on us. The front desk people saw us ride in and were nice enough to bring us more towels. I was wearing my biking sandals so the water ran out but BJP's bike shoes were soaked. I advised him to stuff the shoes with newspaper to soak up the water and although he was sceptical he did.
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When I did begin riding on 278 I couldnt believe I was on the same road. Either trucks have Fridays off or they had been warned that there was a crazed gang on the loose comprised of Red, BOB, and The Cycling Goddess.
In the entire 35ish miles I rode on 278 east of Gadsden AL I saw maybe 20 trucks and 40 cars.The low traffic combined with the pleasant temp caused by an overcast sky made for a relaxed ride.
46 miles into my day I arrived at the GA state line. I was so happy to see it I took a picture of the sign, I would have hugged it but BOB is jealous type. ;-)
I found the Silver Comet Trail about a mile into GA and took it eastward, enjoying the total lack of traffic and hills. In Cedar Town I took a break at the train depot and then headed out towards Rockmart on the road as this was day 54 of riding and although its been fun I was very tired and wanted to "Git 'er done".
Antioch Road went on forever and when it finally became Morgan Valley my spirits and pace picked up a bit. Rolling into Rockmart who should I see on the bench outside her restaurant but Frankie.She was excited for me and my accomplishment, and had our picture taken with Redand BOB for her brag board inside the restaurant.
BJP arrived in Rockmart in the evening with the intent of accompanying me to the Mavell Road trailhead on the Silver Comet the next day. From the motel we rode the mile back to Frankie's in street clothes, and had a wonderful dinner complete with white raspberrycheesecake for dessert.
We then noticed the sky darkening and as we left the restaurant heard thunder and saw lightening. We made it about half of the mile back to the motel before the sky opened and the downpour began. It rained so hard and at such an angle that I had trouble catching my breath. The gutters overflowed and water covered the road so I could not see what I was riding thru, it was scary.
We made it the last half mile and there was not a dry spot on us. The front desk people saw us ride in and were nice enough to bring us more towels. I was wearing my biking sandals so the water ran out but BJP's bike shoes were soaked. I advised him to stuff the shoes with newspaper to soak up the water and although he was sceptical he did.
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Added on August 12, 2006 by justhavinfun@pocketmail.com
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