houston we have docked on the spicy side of terra firma. slid into fulton, mississippi yesterday on hot sauce and cooking oil as temps reached 106 with the heat index over. as a heat advisory was again set for today, and i didn't really feel too much like broiling myself two days in a row, i have found shelter at the sands motel... not of the las vegas caliber. still trying to find a solution for the aft burner situation and had a fella named david and his daughter katie volunteer for errand detail to help take me over to tupelo, ms to get her somewhat dialed in again until a better solution presents itself down the road. don't know if it was the heat affecting the poor lady or if it was just a slow news day, but as i was traveling through smithville, ms yesterday i was almost run over by mrs. ortiz of the local newspaper to get a story on "from barstool to bike saddle". regardless of which reason, she'll be sending a copy of the story that i'm sure will arrive before i do.
so as i wrap up my laundry here at the no-named laundry mat, it's time to sign off from rest day.
captains log:
miles yesterday: 61.4
hours in the stove: 5:01
interviews given: 1
people who will read the article: 0
adventure cycling association maps completed: 1st (with just over 430 miles ridden)
day riding with the mayo journ / the golden fleece / the yellow jersey: 1st (only for special occasions)
hours slept today: many
hours watching the tour de france: many (i kept falling asleep during the end...)
barbecue eaten: 3
friendly faces: many... from the fork lift operator in the laundry mat to david, his daughter, nick the inn keeper who again is from india, and the good folks down at rj's eatery who stayed open late just for the wounded duck.
mississippi is aces in my book, houston.
duck out.
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