Ed on the Trans American Trail
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06-25-2009, 06:43 AM
Joined: Nov 2004
Up early again and all packed up ready to roll.
While I have the maps and roll charts with me I keep them in a saddlebag and rely on the GPS track I had built from them. Brian on the other hand has a GPS but is operating on the roll chart and maps.
When I first found him the previous day he was having trouble figuring out where he was on the trail. After getting him acclimated to where he was in relationship to his charts he had the route nailed. As long as he stayed on top of it he would always know which way to go at intersections. I would occasionally blow a corner but it would show on my GPS and I would turn around a few yards later and get back on track.
We were suppose to cross this dam but it was gated off for construction. We had to route around it.
Brian really needs a bigger tank
Bell Buckle Tennessee is the home of the RC Cola and Moon Pie Festival. Really cool town and of course I had an RC Cola and Moon Pie.
As you read other Trans American Trail reports you learn the Tennessee section is famous for super slick water crossings. Trust me they were. Just ask Brian.
I had been worrying about Brian’s rear sprocket. It was extremely worn out. I was looking at it at the gas stops and it was deteriorating rapidly. I convinced him we should jump off the trail and ride into Lawrenceburg to get him fixed up. Randy’s Cycles had what he needed so we said our farewells and I continued on alone.
When it started getting dark I got off the trail and rode into Bolivar Tennessee. There were firemen sitting outside at the Fire Station. I was probably looking pretty rough by then. I ask them if there was any place to set up a tent for the night. They said there were no camp grounds and one of them didn’t think it would be safe to just set up behind a church or anything. I told them I could go to a motel but I am cheap. They told me which motel was the best and gave me directions. I thanked them and walked back to my bike and put on my helmet. Then one of them hollered at me to come back. He says we might have a place for you. He then ask me “are you a serial killer or anything ? “ I told him no, actually I am a police officer from Iowa. They start laughing and ask why I didn’t tell them that sooner. I told them that would have got me kicked out faster. After some more laughing and friendly banter involving donuts and such, they showed me a nice grassy spot behind the fire station. They opened up their showers for me and it was all perfect. Great guys
It was another good long day and I was now one full day ahead of schedule.
I packed up and was out of there at first light. I bought some donuts , left them at the fire department and was rolling early.
I believe this was Walnut Mississippi. Interesting police department.
Mississippi had more dirt roads.
As I was going through Illinois on the way down I ran into a lot of bridge construction. At some of those sites it was advertised as being paid for with stimulus money. President Obama is from Illinois right?
In Mississippi they just closed all the bridges.
This one was torn clear out so I left Brain a note and routed around this one.
There are some good bridges in Mississippi.
Mississippi has a problem with Kudzu. It grows like crazy and is over taking everything. Notice the nice new tire still on the trunk. I am really getting mileage out of that old Kenda 270.
Rode some pretty nice roads and then another bridge.
I’m not going to be turned back anymore.
Then it was up on some levees in the northern delta.
Isle of Capri Casino at the Mississippi and Arkansas border I am into Arkansas and still haven’t put on that tire.
That is the end of Mississippi. Work is calling. I will try to finish this report tonight.
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