Saturday must be bath day for cars in the South. We spotted one, 10-stall car vacuum and wash along the highway, about the largest single enterprise in that town. Despite the red clay roads, I do not recall seeing a single dirty car or truck on Sunday.
Western wear is not limited to the west.
Critters of the Day. We have seen more horses than cattle.
Buzzard Lunch. Most are circling, some have spotted their meal.
What's on Offer for Humans? Dale advised that the fried chicken in roadside C-Stores was often the best choice. To make sure, I tested my first thigh about 10:30 am while John stuck to his usual Diet Coke. That's also catfish, corn dogs, wings, onion rings, egg rolls, okra, potatoes in various shapes, and essentially anything that can be breaded and deep fried. Customers in this store assured us that the cook was an artist: I've been eating her cooking for more than 10 years, well before she cooked here.
Clayton, Jimmy, and John. Every character has a story, don't it. (a la Rod Stewart)
Clayton is 62, a retired roofer, shocked that we were 5 years his elder. He related he had traveled as far east as Atlanta and as far west as Missouri. He was a bit puzzled by our bike ride.
Jimmy plays bass: Really simple. Nothing to it. Jimmy was helping a bit at the station and had been playing music until the wee hours Sunday morning. With Jimmy, we needed a translator or close captions to understand, but he assured us that he had and rode a bike in addition to playing bass.
While stopped at this C-store, a woman strongly urged us to ride the bike trail, somewhat like a Minnesotan advising: We're going to the lake. After some probing, she was referring to a 40-mile rail-to-trail conversion what would require us to ride nearly 100 miles off our route.
Armory, MS, Main Street. Armory had a sing proclaiming it as an official main street town in MS. We ate lunch at the only open restaurant, a big salad.
Water Lilies. I anticipated more wetlands; this was pretty rare along our route.
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