April 2025 – The Not So Cruel Month

Reading

Everything Is Tuberculosis: The History and Persistence of Our Deadliest Infection by John Green. Green is famous for writing several, very good young adult novels, including The Fault in Our Stars. Lately, he has shifted to adult nonfiction. This nonfiction work explains pretty much everything you’d want to know about TB, and then some. TB is very rare in the developed world but continues to kill over 1.2 million people per year worldwide, despite the existence of effective medicines. The causes of this situation are poverty, social stigma, poor medical and non-medical infrastructure, the spread of HIV, and pharmaceutical companies more focused on finances than medical outcomes.

Watching

Daredevil Born Again. Just as Andor is Star Wars for adults, Daredevil Born Again is Marvel for adults. A complex plot that evolves over nine episodes (with nine more to come). It tells how blind lawyer Matt Murdock is sucked back into vigilantism by the murderous corruption of New York City Mayor Wilson Fisk and his sinister wife Vanessa. Shockingly explicit violence and vulgar language make this series utterly inappropriate for kids. Charlie Cox as Murdock and Vincent D’Onofrio as Fisk are exceptional as is the supporting cast.

Andor Season 2: Diego Luna returns as Cassian Andor in this prequel to Rogue One, which tells how Princess Leia obtained the plans for the Empire’s death star in the first Star Wars movie. Over the course of the two seasons, we learn how Andor becomes radicalized in the fight against the Empire. Luna is fantastic as is Stellan Skarsgard (Is he in everything?) and the rest of the cast. Andor and Rogue One are the very best of the Star Wars canon.

Riding

The highlight of the month was my week long van-supported ride up the 444 mile Natchez Trace Parkway with a group of 12 others. The tour itself worked out quite well but was nearly spoiled by some shambolic pre-event administrative by the Adventure Cycling Association.

My back did not handle the tour well, so when I came back home I shifted from The Mule to Big Nellie, my long wheel base recumbent. My back is still messed up but the discomfort that seemed to last all day during the tour is now more intermittent, a welcome development.

On the last day of April, I test rode an HP Velotechik Streetmachine, a short-wheel-base recumbent with under seat steering. It’s quite tricky to ride. I did about ten laps of the parking lot at the bike shop before venturing out on the W&OD bike trail. On the way back to the shop I diverted to a neighborhood street to try my hand at climbing and at riding at speed over speed humps. Climbing was tough (it’s a heavy bike and the pedals were a bit too close for optimal mechanics) but the speed humps were fun thanks to the bike’s suspension system. The seat is higher than my Tour Easy so stopping can be awkward. This seat height also means that getting on and off the bike is challenging and, frankly, a bit scary. I consulted Melissa, a Natchez Trace rider who owns a Streetmachine, for tips. She was very helpful. I am also watching whatever I can on YouTube.

The Streetmachine in one of its seemingly infinite configurations.

Since I have been a regular customer of my local recumbent bike shop for nearly 25 years, the shop owner, Tim, is letting me test ride the bike for a couple of weeks to make sure I can handle the bike’s unusual characteristics. (I can just see Tim having a heart attack yelling “REFUND? REFUND?!” if I bring the bike back.)

I broke 1,000 miles for the month (1,019 to be exact). The Mule, mostly the bike tour, accounted for 631 miles. Big Nellie chipped in 360 miles. For the year I have racked up 3,458 miles. To be honest I am fast approaching burn out and hope the Streetmachine can put some life back into my riding.

Natchez Trace Tour – Final Thoughts

It’s been over a week since I competed my van-assisted tour of the Natchez Trace with the Adventure Cycling Association (ACA). I’ve had time to reflect on things. Here are some thoughts.

Tour Administration

I signed up for a tour that began in Nashville, a 10-hour drive from home. Day 1 of the tour was supposed to involve a 9-hour shuttle ride from Nashville to Natchez. Apparently previous participants found this unappealing. (I can’t argue with that.) A week or so after I committed and paid for the tour, I was notified that the tour would begin in Jackson, Mississippi, a 15-hour drive away. It would still involve a shuttle from the end in Nashville back to Jackson. I was notified that if I wanted to return to Jackson at the end of the ride, I would have to cough up an additional $75 for a seat on the shuttle. Finally, the itinerary was changed to include a 90-mile day. These changes gave me the impression that the entire operation was amateurish.

Participants were also advised that it would be wise to bring a light-weight road bike instead of a heavy touring bike. The Mule, which I long ago altered with easier gearing for touring, has carried me on 8 loaded tours over 10,000 miles. The Mule was not amused.

Fortunately, once I was on-site, the mishigas stopped and the tour itself was well-run.

After the tour, I received an email with a link to a feedback survey from the tour organizers at Adventure Cycling. Like most people, I have filled out dozens of on-line surveys without incident. This survey was a Microsoft product that failed to accept my login information. Try as I might, I couldn’t crack the secret of launching the survey. I have never encountered survey software this lame before. I ended up sending an email with some feedback to Adventure Cycling instead.

Operational Aspects

The tour co-leaders were Jeff and Beth Ann, both of whom are very experienced. The experience showed. There was a system to every aspect of the tour. The whole thing went off like clockwork with only a couple of glitches that were easily resolved.

Shopping for and cooking dinner, breakfast, and lunch was the responsibility of the riders, organized into groups of two or three people each day. It was obvious that the idea of rushing through a long ride to shop for food so that the rest of the riders could eat before dark was unappealing. We all knew this cooking and shopping arrangement was part of the tour but the reality of it just didn’t sink in until the second 70+ mile day. Remarkably, each group had a creative chef and support crew. Vegetarian options were provided which is quite a trick when cooking outdoors for 15 people. Also, Jeff taught us how to make coffee using a French press. Suffice it to say, bicycle tourists drink the stuff by the gallon and it was very good.

On the second day we were confronted with a situation near Jackson. Traffic is quite heavy in this area. Trail users are normally required to use a side path but the path was under construction. The tour leaders offered a shuttle ride past the problem area and we all accepted the lift. Safety first.

The 90-mile day began with a long, steep-ish climb from our lakeside campground back to the Trace. Some of the riders were already tired from three long days. It became clear that most of the riders wanted nothing to do with the either the distance or the climb and requested a “push”, a shuttle ride 20 or so miles into the route. The tour leaders met this request without drama. (It’s a serious pain to load and unload the bikes onto the roof of the van so the leaders’ cooperation was not without significant effort.) I decided to ride the whole 90 miles. Jeff had told us of a stone wall (a man’s tribute to a relative who walked the Trail of Tears) that was a must see along the route. There was no wayfaring information on the Trace so we would have missed this otherwise. It was beyond cool. Unfortunately, with 90 miles to cover in a day, I felt I couldn’t stay at the wall more than a few minutes. (As it was I was the last person to finish for the day.)

Tour Lowlights

Sleep: For some reason I struggle to sleep on bike tours. Camping, hotels, Warmshowers…it doesn’t matter. I don’t think I had more than 4 continuous hours of sleep on any night during the tour. When I arrived home, I slept like a log for 3 straight nights.

My Back: Whenever I was off the bike, I had back pain, caused by my lumbar spinal stenosis. Lugging things to and from the trailer, hefting my bike up to Jeff on the roof of the van, not consistently doing my therapy exercises, poor sleep, and driving 15 hours to the start all contributed to an incessant dull ache in my lower back whenever I was on my feet. (I had no such pain while riding, however.) Once home, I switched to riding Big Nellie, my Tour Easy recumbent, for a week and got back on my therapy routine. It feels much better now but I am still thinking of getting a referral to a surgeon.

The Fixed Itinerary: I didn’t think about this when I signed up but normally I draft an itinerary for all my tours. Each day’s ending point is determined by the availability of a place to sleep. If I am feeling spunky, I ride farther (I’ve done more than 100 miles in a day several times). If I’m dragging, I take a short day or an off day. On an organized tour, you pretty much are locked into an itinerary. Not much of a lowlight, but I wanted to mention it anyway.

Waiting: It takes quite a long time to cook and clean up dinner for 15. It’s nice to have company but the waiting can get irritating. It’s worth noting that the leaders’ organization helped keep this under control.

Truck Sewer: The drive to and from Jackson was especially stressful on I-40 in Tennessee. The truck traffic was incredibly heavy. From time to time the trucks would clog both lanes and traffic would go from 70 to 0 without warning. Ugh.

Tour Highlights

Weather: Days began in the 40s with temperatures rising above 55 degrees within an hour or so. It rained for a grand total of 15 minutes. Once. Humidity was low until the last day. Darn near perfect

Bugs: Except for a spider bite on the first or second day, I saw virtually no evidence of bugs. This sucks for the frogs and birds but it was pretty amazing for bike riders and campers.

The Road: The Natchez Trace does not allow commercial truck traffic. The pavement reflects this. It was smooth nearly the entire way. There were occasional expansion joints but these were the exception. There was very little wild life. Road kill was minimal (but the armadillo was pretty cool).

Windsor Ruins: Windsor Ruins is about ten miles off the Trace. The road surface was rougher and the terrain was hillier. It was worth the extra effort.

Wichapi Stone Wall: This thing was amazing. I could have spent well over an hour there. It’s only a few hundred yards off the Trace. A must see.

Cypress Swamp: We rode through a cypress swamp on the third day. There’s a boardwalk but you can also see the swamp from the road. Spooky. (No, we didn’t see any gators.)

Scenery: Leaving Jackson on Day 3 we rode by a 50-square-mile acre reservoir. Other than this and the cypress swamp, the Trace passes through woods and small farm fields for the entire route. With mostly very light traffic (except near Jackson and Tupelo), no turns, no stop signs, and no traffic lights, the Trace is hard to beat for losing yourself. (If you want to you can park your bike and take a walk along the Old Trace footpath. Just the thing for the tired cyclist.)

Showers: Getting into the vibe of a long bicycle tour typically includes a few days in a row without showers at night. Not that I find this appealing. We had showers on all but one night. Well played ACA!

Leadership on the Ground: Jeff and Beth Ann were both very experienced tour leaders but they had never led a tour together . They complemented each other like Astaire and Rogers. Jeff is the chill-est human on the planet. Beth Ann is a bit more frenetic. They were organized, knowledgeable, helpful, and utterly professional.

The Riders: I’m an introvert and find that self-supported solo touring is my preferred way to ride. It’s remarkable that I can only think of one unpleasant bike tourist I have dealt with in all my time on the road. Even so, putting 13 people together on a tour is pushing your luck. Fortunately, our Natchez Trace group of 13 riders was remarkably harmonious. And old. Eight of the 13 riders were between the ages of 69 and 74. And fit. Dang, some of these old folks can move! And pretty good at cooking. And intellectually diverse: we had, among other things: a doctor, lawyer, bank examiner, economist, professor of environmental science, farmer, and eagle expert. We heard funny stories about life on a submarine (don’t press the red button) and the full contact ballroom dancing.

Food: One of my biggest problems on a bike tour is eating well. Peanut butter on tortillas is my go to. I have been known to inhale a Pop Tart or four for breakfast. One big advantage of this tour is that the food was pretty darn good.

Three More States: I added 3 states (Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee) to my list of states biked in. I’m now up to 41. If I had thought about it, I easily could have driven to Louisiana and Arkansas. Oh well.

Natchez Trace Tour: Day 9 – Get Back

Last night the tour group went out for Greek food and ice cream to celebrate our adventure. Sadly we had to pass on the Loveless Cafe which is something of a legendary place hereabouts. The biscuits are to die for, so they say.

In the morning we had hotel breakfast (lame), made ourselves lunches, and loaded the bikes one last time on top of the van for the drive back south to Jackson. Josh and Denise stayed behind to continue their vacation separately. There were handshakes and hugs.

The remaining 13 of us piled into the van and seven hours later were back in Ridgeland where we started. Rolf, Mark, and John-the-Fastest headed home. Beth Ann took the van and trailer to DC. More hugs and handshakes. Mike, Greg, Melissa, David, Jeff, Heather, Virginia, and I stayed behind and had dinner at a pizza place. After that Greg and Melissa headed off to another hotel. More hugs and handshakes.

The 15 of us were a remarkably harmonious group. No drama. Just some bitching and moaning from some old guy from Mount Vernon, Virginia.

Tomorrow those that remain will hit the road.

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I neglected to mention a few things about the tour in previous posts.

Bugs: There were nearly no bugs on this tour. Normally you get mosquitoes in your tent if you forget to zip it closed. Not one got in my tent.

Coal rolling: A few of us were coal rolled (deliberately spewing black exhaust) by a pick up truck driver.

Old and on the way: Of the 13 riders, six were at least 70 years old. Two more (both John’s) were 69. We kept up with the five youngsters just fine.

The F Word: Each day featured 14 riders, one of whom was either Jeff or Beth Ann riding sweep. This works out to more than 6,800 rider-miles. We had one flat. Jeff was gracious to take the hit for the team.

Tour Leader Jackpot: I did not hear one cross word, not the slightest complaint, about our tour leaders, Beth Ann and Jeff. They worked their butts off for us and even arranged for near perfect weather, including a much appreciated tailwind on the last day.

I’ll do one more post-mortem post about the tour later this week. Hopefully, I then can transfer an edited version as a journal on Cycleblaze.com.

Natchez Trace Tour: Day 8 – Summertown to Nashville

The lawn where we camped at Chris and Rob’s home is lush. It made for perfect tent sleeping. Not that I slept well but still…

Having access to our hosts’ kitchen menace could have loaded baked potatoes for dinner (I was stuffed) and co-leader Jeff’s amazing scrambled eggs (cooked slowly with buttermilk).

Rob arranged for the local police to help us get back to the Trace (we were four miles away) safely. I left a bit early and missed the escort. What a cool thing for the police to do.

Just before the Trace we stopped at the Meriwether Lewis National Monument . He was either killed or committed suicide. in any event, the monument is his grave.

Here lies “the dust” of Meriwether Lewis

Back on the Trace the riding conditions were once again nearly perfect. Temperatures in the low 60s with sunny skies and a gentle tailwind.

About ten miles we encountered a 400+ foot climb of a mile or so. It was granny-worthy; I pedaled up the beast at a steady 4.2 mph. It was a big effort but would have been brutal with a fully loaded touring rig.

A wee waterfall in a creek

The landscape we passed through is mixed forest. There was little understory perhaps because this is the early Spring. The trees in this area are a few weeks from fully leafing. This allowed the building tailwinds (and sunlight) to push us along.

A view from an overlook

Until we took a rest break at 26 miles I was feeling surprisingly strong (thanks, no doubt, to the tailwinds) once underway again I felt sluggish. Maybe the 200+ feet of climbing in the next four miles had something to do with that.

By the time we stopped at 46 miles I was pretty pooped. I ate all my munchies to no avail. I headed out for the final push with Greg who was riding in an upright position on a heavy hybrid bike.

We plodded along accordion-style. I’d get way ahead on downhills. He’d close the resulting gap on the uphills.

The terrain seemed to have an infinite number of rolling hills. Finally at 60 miles they came to an end and we were treated to a 3-mile, 300-foot descent.

The Mule Abides near the Northern Terminus

We’re turned off the Trace a mile or so before the northern terminus to head to our hotel. The tradition is to have a celebratory meal at the Loveless Cafe but it was too soon after lunch. Greg used his GPS map to guide us through the streets outside Nashville to our hotel, the Hotel Avery.

I found out at the desk that the tour included a shared room. I had booked a single room separately. The hotel manager was super helpful in getting the conflict resolved.

Tonight we’re going out to dinner at a Greek restaurant nearby. I fear I’m going to fall asleep in my souvlaki.

I am knackered. According to Virginia, one of the riders, Bike Tour Midnight is 8 p.m.

Tomorrow we shuttle seven hours back to Ridgeland near Jackson.

Miles today: 67.5 Tour miles: 490.5

Natchez Trace Tour: Day Six – Tupelo area RV park to Tishimingo State Park

I neglected to mention that the second half of yesterday’s ride included light rain and 3/4 headwinds. The combination made the last 30 miles quite chilly but my rain jacket worked its wonders and I was comfy.

Today began with team Denise, Dave, and me serving breakfast and laying out lunch food. The real work was getting up early and cleaning things up. The food prep sounds trivial but we were serving 15.

After another night of next to no sleep, I was determined to ride slowly. I had plenty of company. Most of us were feeling the hurt after back-to-back long days.

It was quite chilly (40s) when we woke and only gradually warmed to 60 degrees. And yesterday afternoon’s headwind was back.

Pedal, pedal. Try to stay awake.

I did not go to Elvis’s birthplace in Tupelo. It would have added 22 miles to the day.

Overlook #1

There were three overlooks. I was in a bike trance and missed the turn for #2. Suck it up, dear reader.

Denise and Josh at Overlook #3
Melissa’s cool recumbent
Pharr Mounds
Awesome lichens
Tennessee Tombigbee Waterway

Today’s ride also featured more hills, albeit gradual ones, than previous days. We are entering the Appalachian foothills of Tennessee. Tomorrow’s ride will be similar but 90 miles. It will be a 3-state ride. (Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee.

We are lucky; the weatherman is forecasting a big tailwind.

Thank you, Jesus.

Miles today: 55. Tour miles: 333

Natchez Trace Tour: Day 5 – French Camp to Natchez Trace RV Park south of Tupelo (April 11)

French Camp is a rustic, multi building B&B run in support of a girl ‘s school by the same name.

I shared a house with two riders. I slept on a couch rather than use the hide-a-bed within. One of my roommates snored all night. This wouldn’t have been a problem if I could find my ear plugs. I found them this morning. Ugh.

Breakfast was provided by the B&B. It was delicious.

Each day a group of two or three riders is responsible for dinner, breakfast, and lunch. Today the crew was Denise, Dave, and I. Someone had to get to the night’s camp and go grocery shopping in the van. It didn’t sound like the other two could get there without deleting dinner so I decided to try to hammer out the day’s miles as fast as possible.

This went okay until Denise and her riding partner Josh passed me after 24 miles. This was a good thing because there was no way I could keep riding at 15 mph for another 69 miles.

The old Natchez Trace pathway
Roadside red clover

I deliberately slowed down but my body wanted nothing to do with the next 25 miles and an emerging headwind.

My legs rebounded for the last 20 miles and I arrived in camp as Denise rode off to Walmart for supplies.

After setting up my tent and showering i joined Dave in getting things set up. Denise was the boss chef and she cooked three types of goulash. Greg was in charge of frying. I was the gofer, back and forth to the van, water pump, and dumpster.

Denise did a fantastic job. Everyone was well fed.

We cleaned up and went to bed exhausted. I didn’t sleep a wink all night again which is becoming a problem.

In the morning we set up breakfast, made coffee and cocoa, and set up a table for riders to make their lunches. After cleaning up we were released to saddle up and take on the day’s 54-mile ride, about which more on the next post (assuming I have a cell signal).

Miles today: 73. Tour miles: 278

Natchez Trace Tour: Day 4 – Ridgefield to French Camp

Last night the group had dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I ate most of my burrito, rice, and refried beans. The food was meh but I would have eaten an uncooked sombrero I was so hungry. The cold Corona was refreshing.

After dinner we had our nightly logistics meeting. It’s helpful for routing changes, interesting sites, and the location of water and restrooms.

My hotel room had a TV that would turn on automatically. The front desk clerk tried mightily to fix it. Ultimately, I reached behind the TV and pulled the power cord. No TV. No problem.

After hotel breakfast we gathered in the parking lot where we made sandwiches and grabbed snacks for the ride. (There are no commercial services on the Trace.) I made two PB&Js and grabbed two Nutty Butter bars. The latter being my new go-to food for instant energy.

After 3 miles we re-joined the Trace for the next 79 1/2 miles. The total elevation gain for all 83.5 miles was just shy of 1,600 feet, less than 20 feet per mile. It just can’t get any more level than that.

And the weather, including a light tailwind, was perfect.

There wasn’t much in the way of wildlife today. Three downy egrets, a couple of ospreys, and one sunbathing turtle. No gators

The first 20 or so miles was along a 50 square mile reservoir.

Miles and miles of views of this reservoir

inadvertently gave a distress signal to Beth Ann in the passing Adventure Cycling van. She pulled over at the next turn out. As it happened, she was right next to some stairs leading to a walkway into a cypress swamp. So cool!

Cypress swamp. Spooky. No gators.
Halfway point rest stop with the van and trailer
Hills? Really? Not quite yet.

There were numerous turn outs for signs describing various activities of white settlers, Choctaw Indians, French settlers, and Grant’s Army of the Tennessee: Stuff happened near here. It didn’t last long. There’s not much to see.

The signs get old after a while.

We passed Kosciusko. I didn’t go to the cultural center. All I know is that Oprah Winfrey was born there.

The last twenty miles were something of a grind. Even paradise can get boring. Most of the group was cruising along at 15 mph, give or take.

We are at a place called French Camp, spread out among multiple buildings. I’m sharing one house with two other riders. There are two proper beds and a sofa bed. I decided to sleep on the sofa. NBD.

Tonight’s dinner was chicken fajitas, cooked by three group members. Tomorrow my group of three (Denise, David, and me) cook dinner. It will be a 70 mile day with headwinds so the logistics of food shopping are going to be challenging.

We make lunch at 7:30 am and eat breakfast st 8. Bike touring life can be like that.

Miles today: 83.5 Tour miles: 205

Natchez Trace Tour Day 2: Natchez to Rocky Springs Campground (April 8)

After a hotel breakfast we loaded our non-biking gear into the van, gathered our lunch and snacks , and pedaled a mile and a half though Natchez to the start of the Trace.

It was chilly and I wore multiple layers. I was overdressed and stopped three times in the first two hours to de-layer.

The road surface on the Natchez Trace Highway is perfect. The terrain went from level to gentle up- and down-slopes.

After 13 miles we left the Trace for a mile to check out Emerald Mound, the second largest Indian mound in the country dating from 1300 to 1600. It features two tiers and is enormous.

The lower portion and right half of Emerald Mound

Back on the Trace we cruised along for another 20 miles. There we left the Trace to check out Windsor Ruins. These columns are what remains of a massive plantation house that burned to the ground in 1890 when a party guest dropped a lit cigarette.

Windsor Ruins
In Port Gibson, we briefly rode on Highway 61, the famous Blues Highway

This side trip was hillier and bumpier than the main route. We were ducking wind until the descent into Port Gibson where we raided a small grocery store (that was once a Piggly Wiggly).

After snacks and drinks we continued on for another 17 miles to Rocky Springs campground. We were expecting pit toilets but were happy to see actual restrooms (with no showers and no potable water).

We’ve been stopping at nearly every historical sign, most of which seem to describe Grant’s grind toward nearby Vicksburg.

Dinner was a feast cooked by Jeff and Beth Ann our tour leaders. No complaints from my tummy.

I neglected to mention The Mule hit 79,000 miles recently.

The Mule Abides

Miles today: 73.5 Tour miles: 86.5

Natchez Trace Tour: No Trace, Just Natchez

Today began with the entire 15-person tour group assembled after a pretty decent hotel breakfast. Tour co-leader Jeff climbed atop the mega-van and loaded all 15 bikes without injury to anyone or anything. Pretty impressive. Meanwhile Beth Ann loaded the trailer with our gear. I worried that I had over done the gear thing but a few others had even more stuff.

We didn’t lose a single bike.

We piled into the van and Jeff drove us two hours south to Natchez. I wore an N 95 mask and had a pretty good headache when we arrived at the hotel. We put our gear in our rooms and met at the van. Jeff expertly unloaded the bikes and Beth Ann set up a mini-deli where we made sammies and grabbed snacks.

After that I headed out on a 13-mile ride around Natchez. It was chill, literally and figuratively. I wore all the things.

During the ride I was chased briefly by a ferocious dog. This chihuahua gave chase but stopped at the first speed bump.

Natchez is your basic southern town; think Mayberry but poor. I stopped at the Melrose estate with its Greek Revival mansion; the Spanish moss on the trees was more interesting to me. Another stop was the Grand Village of the Natchez Indians, which had three burial mounds. Interesting but kind of underwhelming . The best stop was atop the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi.

Spanish moss with Melrose in the distance
Looking up the Mississippi

After the ride we had a couple of organizing meetings and some dinner in the hotel lobby. I must say the tour leaders seem to have their act together which is a big relief.

Tomorrow we start the tour on the Natchez Trace in earnest; a 60+ mile day to a primitive campsite. There is an optional side trip to the ruins of a plantation but I’m going to stick to the main route.

The weather forecast is about as good as it gets. Fingers crossed.

Miles today and tour miles: 13

Natchez Trace Tour: Getting There

I left home at 8 a.m. and arrived in Titusville, Alabama, just east of Birmingham, at nightfall. Traffic was mercifully light with only a couple of slowdowns in eastern Tennessee.

My bike rack made buzzing noises the whole way but I fought back with loud music. I’m deaf now but them’s the breaks.

I took a bio break at a truck stop and checked hotel prices in Birmingham. They’re very high. So I grabbed a truck stop salad to save some money on dinner and drove until I saw a decent hotel. They gave me a 10% discount which was more than offset by over $40 in taxes. I kid you not.

The room is nice and the place is quiet. Tonight there are raging storms about 300 miles west of here. Some will pass through overnight. I expect to drive in heavy rain for 4 or 5 hours tomorrow. At least my bike will be clean.

Time to shower.