Letters from the Road

My Story

.....On March 22, 2008, I begin my self-contained bike tour across the southern part of the United States from San Diego, California to St. Augustine, Florida along the Southern Tier Route. This is a trip I've wanted to undertake for many years and now it's finally happening. I will be riding with a group of 17 people orgainzed by the Adventure Cycling Association. The tour will take 65 days ending May 25th. We ride on average 57 miles per day for a total of about 3,082 miles with rest days about once a week. I will attempt to keep this blog site updated as we progress across the U.S. on this great adventure. Energy and access to a computer will be key factors. Wish me (us) luck. It's a long journey.

Shirl's Poem

In San Diego, our starting place
We gathered together
and came face to face.
Then Andy Mac came and took the chair
With baggy shorts and a face full of hair.

He spelled out the rules and left no doubt
That here was a man
with strength and clout
He said, “We’re going all the way;
You’re a real good group, just do what I say!”

“On busy roads, if you get stuck,
Please don’t make a cluster f***
If it’s sex on the road, well that’s ok,
But do it quick and get on your way.”

And so, without much further ado
The circus left town, a motley crew,
To see this fine and beautiful land –
Over hills and through the desert sands.

Up near the front is a man of steel.
He’d like to have meat
every lunch time meal
But every day Aede’s heard to utter,
“Oh no, not again – it’s peanut butter.”

Matty, lovely Matty,
goes faster than the wind,
He gets to camp each day
before we’ve hardly beginned (!)
Not only that, but on the way,
He drinks umpteen Starbuck every day!

Nick, from Frisco, brings a touch of class
He cycles with individual panache,
“Life is good,” he’s heard to say
About a hundred times a day.

“Oh crap, I see another hill,”
Says Jan, “I’ve really had my fill –
That Andy must be taking the p***
I sure never signed up for this!”

This trip would be dull
if we didn’t have Frank
Who started out built like a tank,
But three thousand miles of steady crank
And now his tum is as flat as a plank.
(Well nearly!)

Kristina rides with finesse and grace
But downhills doesn’t like to race.
All day she keeps a steady pace –
And never a hair out of place.

On recumbent is fine Dick Beeman,
Patriotic and brave, he’s a former seaman.
“Awesome” is what
you’ll hear him screamin’
As he rides that machine like a real demon.

And then there’s Eileen
Our hill country queen
Always quick with a witty remark
A great sense of humor, a vital spark.

Steve Shapland’s a name
that clearly denotes
A man who needs his carbs and oats
His brain is full of information and facts
But tell him there’s no shower
and watch him react!

Doug’s a guy that we all dig
Tall and strong – he rides a fine rig.
But when a dog made him go ar** over tit
He hurt his bike and body a bit.

There’s a chap who’s quiet
and goes like a bomb
He’s well put together, his name is Tom
He rides like a rocket or a bird on the wing
Is sharp as a knife and doesn’t miss a thing.

Dave’s added a splash of color to this trip
His vivid tie dye makes him really hip.
On his recumbent, he’s striking and lean,
But, Dave, what do all those hand signals mean?

Herb speaks with a voice
that’s dignified and calm
He’s won our hearts with his quiet charm
He has a great eye for a quality photo
And rides his bike as though it has a motor.

Dee has a heart as big as the sun
She lavishes love on everyone.
She’ll help everyone to cook and then….
The very next day, she’ll do it again.

Andy’s a cool leader,
resourceful and inspired
Always helping with our bike stuff
although he must be tired.
He’s been real hardworking
and, besides that, funny –
We’ve sure had good value for our money!

So thank you, Andy, it’s been a blast,
Our trip has gone by real fast
We wish you luck
as you follow that (North) Star
Pleasant tailwinds be at your back
wherever you are.

Finally, I’m bequeathing you
this little parcel (a deck of card)
Do try hard not to always be the a******!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Perkinston and Beyond

Steve relaxing by the Recreation room.

Camping on grass can be a little tight.

The gang ready to hit the highway.

Tom ahead on the highway.

Dan is riding east to west on the Southern Tier route.

Local expressions..

Read the sign on the door.

I meet some locals folks during lunch in Vancleaves.

A Pileated Woodpecker shows itself along the roadside.

The Pascagoula River.

Now, that's some long horns.

Bogalusa and Beyond

Out camp at the Willa Villa RV Park.

Working on Doug's bike after he crashed due to a dog. Luckily, he's not badly injuried.

Laundry time (Dick and Tom)..

Frank and Eileen trying to get better service for their phone.

Alright everyone, let go get breakfast.

Doug's patch of courage after running into a dog.

What! No welcome signs..

Frank found the road that others missed.

County Courthouse in Poplarville.

Nick talking with locals.

Beware of Dogs.

To Easleyville and Beyond

Safety in numbers is the best way in heavy traffic.

Aede on the road. He's usually one of the faster riders, so I don't often see him until I get to camp.

County Courthouse in Clinton.

Cooling off during a hot humid day.

Sitting out the hot afternoon in the shade.

Another humid day.

Tom encountering dogs during the early morning calm.

Today, Tom flies the flag.

More dogs..

Port Allen and Beyond

Our room at the Super 8 Motel. Tom and I shared a room.

Kristina and Doug, "What is time dinner?"

I think they will be buds for life.

Our escort over the I-190 bridge.

They blocked the right lane for us as we crossed.

We started the crossing at 6:30 a.m. hoping to beat the traffic, but it was still heavy.

No one blew their horn, but the tensions were still high among the group.

Thanks Officer Massey