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DAY 26

Closing in on Savannah

ROUTE: Perry to Vidalia GA DISTANCE: 103 Miles WINDS: What? Tailwinds again?  What fun is that.
WEATHER: Beautiful...80s TERRAIN: Easy to gentle rollers TOTAL CLIMBING: 3500 feet

DAILY DOINGS: Everyone was in great spirits this morning...and why shouldn't they be?  It was another great day to be on a bike.  As the ride closes in on our destination tomorrow at Savannah, we must bear the burden of riding another tailwind day into another small southern town...hey, someone's got to do it.  I just wish I was there to be with them, but it's not to be.

The terrain still rolled today and everyone is about ready to see the flat approach to the sea tomorrow.  The lumber industry is big in this area as it has been ever since we left Arkansas.  We've passed several paper mills along the way and we see logging trucks even when we are out in the country.  We are still seeing a lot of cotton fields albeit hard to recognize this time of year, and we are seeing more pecan orchards, peanut farms, and small towns as we get closer to Savannah.  Many of these areas were large plantations in the late 1800s, but now many of them have been parceled out to smaller farm lots and some are used as pasture for horses and cattle.  

We had our second SAG stop (lunch) at a farm house about 2 miles out of Glenwood GA.  The farm is owned by Dick and Susan Sohn who were kind enough to allow us to set up right in the middle of their property and by their house.  Last year, Susan (left) gave Barbara an overview of the history of their homestead.  She explained her farm used to be an old cotton plantation and the house was the master's home.  On the plantation, they had 38 "Little Houses" that housed the tenant farmers.  To each "Little House" had a team of mules and a wagon to farm the plantation.  When the cotton season was in full swing, all the 38 wagons would be in a line to the gin.  The master paid all the tenants in "chits" to use in the plantation commissary.  The tenants bought all they needed, or at least all they could get, from the commissary which was the building we used for our lunch.  Sounds like a tough life to me. 

While we were at lunch, a couple of Mr & Mrs Shon's neighbors came by to see what was going on and spent most of the time we were there entertaining everyone.  Jack and Lee Boggs were retired military and in their 80s and quite the couple.  He, a colorful rascal, was a retired WW-II B-17 pilot with a lot of stories...in the photo right, Jack told all who would listen about his exploits in WW-II and his take on life in general.  After listening to him for about a minute, you get the feeling he's never heard about PC.  Lee was just a sweet lady and we all enjoyed talking with them about what we were doing and listening to their tales about life in general.  It's chance meetings like these that make these trips worthwhile...special people, special day, and great southern hospitality.  Thanks Susan, Dick, Jack, and Lee for making our day...God Bless.

The riders all got in by 3:00 and began to disperse to the local eateries.  A couple insisted on Mexican, but we  warned them not to indulge in Mexican food in the south when there was a good BBQ place right next door.  One of the things I've learned over all these trips is not to order out of the region...don't order seafood in Arizona, order Mexican; don't order Mexican in New England, order seafood; and don't order Chinese in the south (or anywhere for that matter), order BBQ! 

Tomorrow we do our final ride to the sea...we need to stay focused one more day.  We're tired, we're ready to finish...I hope Savannah is ready for us...see you tomorrow.

News from Bob:

It is hard to believe that we started this odyssey 26 days ago and we have one ride left.  I think just about everyone is ready to finish and see their families and friends, and most of all get some rest. 

I asked Jeff what he was going to do next after completing a ride across the country and he said “I’m going to Disney World” and he really is.  On Sunday he will be heading to Orlando with his wife Julie and their two children to see the big black mouse.  It may not be a Super Bowl victory but he has earned some family fun time after this adventure.

Today was a fairly non-descript day.  The wind was once again kind to us and picked up pretty good in the afternoon.  The morning was filled with quiet country roads that were smooth and not crowded.  I came across some cows, which unto itself is not uncommon over the last month.  But, these cows seemed to know something that none of the other cows so far have known, and that is the hay is substantially better on the top of the pile.   

We passed through about ten small towns today.  Each tends to break the day up and gives you something new to see.  It never fails, someone is going to ask where we are riding to and where we started.  Once they have that digested they ask the really tough question…WHY?  We have had a lot of time to think of the answer to that question and I am sure that everyone’s answer would be a little different.  For me it is the kids and the Wiregrass Children’s Home.  Several others are also riding to help a charity, Parkinson’s Research, Breast Cancer Awareness or a Home in Kenya that helps children with AIDS.  But the one thing that we all have in common would be the bragging rights that we have achieved that will be shared with our friends in our local bike clubs. 

Until you attempt something like this it is hard to share the difficulty that such a task presents.  It is as mentally demanding as it is physically demanding.  Our families have had to deal with our long hours of training to prepare for this task and then the long month that we are gone from our family responsibilities.  We have been blessed with tailwinds since Ft. Smith, but as we tried to tell Mike when he said anyone can do it with tailwinds, we paid for these tailwinds in the first four or five states with all the headwinds and lousy weather.  No matter how you slice it there will be good days and bad days.  If you perceiver you can defeat this task and add a check mark to that fabled task list that we all seem to have that we want to accomplish in life.  This is going to be one big check mark!   Bob

PS:  To people following the site and who will be meeting the riders at the beach.  The riders will be gathering at Fort Pulaski before making the final assault to the beach.  We ask that friends and family refrain from stopping there to meet the riders.  There's not much room there and too big a crowd may cause problems with the entrance to the Fort.  Please drive on through and wait for them at the pier at the end of Tybee Island.  The pier is almost at the end of the road...to the left.  Pray for one more safe day and we'll celebrate their achievement tomorrow evening.

DAILY DISCERNING DIALOGUE:

"There's lightning bugs everywhere and they are creating electricity"
"Those aren't lightning bugs and they aren't creating electricity...they're just recreating."   Comment heard about the southern love bugs that are out this time of year.

"Hey, there's Ed, Tom, Jeff, Scott, and David...are you sure we are on the right road?"  The riders are starting to see a pattern in the lead groups.

"That Jack fella is a hoot."

"You should be home making babies." 
"Right now I have 3 Grey Hounds."
"How'd you do that?"    Jack told my daughter, Niki, at the SAG.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to ride my bike off the end of the pier.  Hope I can unclip in time."

"Don't they need an artificial reef around there...won't bikes do the trick?"

"We went from Kill Me Now Rd. to Torture University Rd."

"How can we beat Barbara to lunch, if the tractor won't get out of the way?"  (apparently a tractor took up the whole road and wouldn't move over so the rider's could pass - it was only going 12 mph

 

 

DAILY DUH: Dean commented that he knew he was brain dead when he helped unload the luggage and then got to his room and he'd left his laying by the lobby.  That's OK Dean, you'll be home in a couple days so someone will help you to remember to take care of yourself.  Just don't miss rap! 

My daughter Niki also gets one today.  In her defense, she hasn't been around long enough to know how we do things, but this morning she went to the trailer to put out the pumps...but she left the trailer doors open.  This gave the early birds the opportunity to put their bags in the trailer before loading...oops...to their credit, they didn't leave early, but they were standing over their bikes ready to go and Scott was already twitching at level 2.  I guess we'll just have to withhold their route sheets until after load.  No, that won't work, they don't look at them anyway. 

 


 

DAILY DIGITAL DELIGHTS

One thing is, everyone will have a new t-shirt when they arrive at Tybee Island.  Seems the swap was a success. 

Every road in Georgia must lead to this intersection.

 

On every ride someone comes up with a great idea.  I'm not sure this is one of them, but Jeff tried out a prototype "Love Bug Shield."  Jeff, if you wouldn't ride so fast, they wouldn't splatter on your glasses.  But never go anywhere without protection.

There's no end to the things that Rachel has found interesting in her new adopted country.  Hostess stock has risen 52% since she discovered Twinkees.  But today she tried her hand at farm work.  Well, she drove the 4-wheeler and I guess that was work.  Plus there was a farm nearby.  She was having so much fun that Jenny had to pry her off it to continue today's ride.

Either a case of bed head, a bad hair day, or Andy just wanted to make a fashion statement.

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