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DAY 16

I can't wait to see Elvis!

ROUTE: Dyersburg TN to Memphis TN DISTANCE:  107 Miles WINDS: Light headwinds early, light tailwinds in the afternoon.
WEATHER:  Hot and humid. TERRAIN: Rolling TOTAL CLIMBING: 3100 feet

RIDE OVERVIEW: 

What a day!  This route should be in the "Best Places To Ride In The US" manual.  We rode on some of the best roads we've been on since we left Minnesota.  The road surfaces were smooth, the terrain was gently rolling, the scenery varied (pastoral, farmland, beautiful yards, state park scenery, and shady in many areas), and the roads were quiet...plus, it was well marked with Mississippi River Trail "MRT" signs.  It just couldn't be better...unless it were a little cooler.  The only minus for today was that the mileage was 30 miles longer than it should have been because our motel in Ripley we usually stay at couldn't take us this year.  Leaving from Dyersburg added some early extra miles but the riders took it all in stride and settled in for a long day in the saddle.

We departed at 6:30 this morning when the sun was just beginning to clear the horizon and the morning mist was still visible on the horizon.  We turned out of the motel to highway 51 to head south to pick up the MRT.  The temperature was mild but the air was a bit thick with humidity...it would prove to be a warm day overall, but in many places we had tree lined roads that provided shade that kept the temperatures barely in the tolerable range.  The fact that this was over 100 miles made it a bit more strenuous than we'd like, but the shade and gentle tailwinds in the late afternoon made it a bit easier.

Our 3rd SAG was at one of the only stores open on the route today...a neat little place out in the middle of nowhere, but they served some pretty good vittles.  The thing I liked about this place is that you could get your food and your fish bait at the same place...it was up to the purchaser to keep from getting them mixed up.  Hmm, was that sautéed onions or was it the night crawlers on my sandwich?  Inside the store there were lots of game on the walls (right)...trophies from local hunters probably.  It was something to see all the items on the food chain hanging on the walls around the tables. 

In spite of the longish day in mileage and all the excitement on the road, everyone got in by 6:00.  It's amazing what they can do if they don't get lost and there is nothing to do out on the road!  We only passed 2 stores over the last 80 miles of the ride today and one of them wasn't open.  It was nice having the trail marked (MRT) for us which made navigation pretty easy today even with lots of turns.  Several people went sightseeing on Mud Island when they arrived, but I'm sure they are planning a big day of Elvis hunting tomorrow. 

Just before rap, some of the gang went over to the Peabody Hotel to watch the famous "Peabody Ducks."  Everyday, they waddle from their penthouse suite to the elevator...then exit the elevator on a red carpet to the fountain where they swim all day.  At 5:00 P.M. they march back to the elevator on the red carpet to return to their suite to the amusement of a full house of spectators...quite a show.  In the '30s, the manager of the Peabody Hotel and a friend returned from a hunting trip in Arkansas (or it may have been a drinking trip interrupted by a bit of hunting) and decided it would be funny if they put some of their "live" decoys in the hotel fountain when they returned.  For some reason, it was legal to use live decoys then and after the 3 "guinea pig" ducks turned out to be a hit, the tradition started that has become internationally famous.  The guys didn't do any better trying to lure real ducks to shoot in the lobby of the hotel than they did in the Arkansas swamp, but by the time they figured that out, the ducks were pretty comfortable in their new surroundings.  All those guys are long ago dead, but the ducks are still there (right).  They are now pretty old ducks and they have their own suite!  Can you believe that?  It must have been the settlement in a civil suit for using them as decoys in their youth.  I understand there is a long line of ducks waiting in the wings for auditions to be an official Peabody Duck...just picture that in your mind.  Must be a lot of back stabbing and ruffling of feathers before the final selections are made.  Only the strong that don't "quack under pwessure" are selected.  What a life.  If these ducks were in Alabama, they would be considered "sitting ducks" by even the most casual hunter...they would think it a sport to be able to shoot them in the comfort of air conditioning with an admiring audience only 20 steps from their rooms and have them served up as Duck L'Orange in the evening.     

The thing I want to know is, how do you get the job of Duck Master (left)?  This fella has the full time job of herding these ducks everyday to their suite and back to the fountain the next day.  Did he have to go to school and get a degree for that position?  Or did he just waddle into it?  

The riders are all looking forward to a day off tomorrow.  It will also be nice to have a change of pace for the staff even if it's not a "day off."  The big change of pace will be to cover for Barbara who has gone to Kentucky to help plan my youngest daughter's wedding 10 days from now.  We also have 3 new riders coming in tomorrow so we'll be busy getting them all set up for the last week into New Orleans.  Hopefully this weather will hold out for us...but we'll take what ever comes at us.  See you on Wednesday.  

HEARD ON THE ROAD TODAY:  "If I tried to breathe through my nose, I would drown."

Due to the long distance and the heat today, Cynthia, who usually rides a touring pace to ride with her mother, put the hammer down to get in early.  In the process she passed several riders that hadn't seen her near the front the whole trip.  She commented at the second SAG that every time she would pass someone, she would hear them say something like, "If I don't get some pep in my legs soon...or...I must be having an off day...or...Boy, my legs are dead today."  Sorry guys, but I think the next 'heard on the road' saying better sums it up.

Clark on the same subject of Cynthia's hammer fest, "I thought I was seeing road kill laying on the road surface all morning, but it was just a lot of male ego." 

"My nose is running and my feet smell so I must be built upside down."

When Buzz went off route today to find something to eat, he was riding through a neighborhood where 3 little girls were playing.  Evidently they had never seen a recumbent, they didn't know what to think...one of them asked, "Are you all right?" 

Buzz had another quip with his Bachetta today.  He had to get it into an elevator that had a pretty quick door that closed before he could get it all the way inside.  The bike wasn't damaged at all but Clark mentioned that as a joke he should take it to the manager and just say, "Look at what your elevator did!!!"  "This was a bicycle before your elevator door did this to it!"  I'm sure that would have inspired a 'look worth a thousand words' on the manager's face when he tried to figure out how an elevator door could do that to a bicycle.

PHOTOS OF THE DAY

 

 My only comment is, "Duh."  I'm glad they cleared that up for me...I wasn't believing the chain.

 

Life in the south is just a tad bit slower than in most places.

 

Either someone left a glove at sign in or we have Michael Jackson riding with us today.

 

 

We've started to see cotton in western Tennessee for the last couple of days.  The field I'm in today is the "Pre Shrunk" variety.  Either that or, it's the type they make the below ankle socks.

I had a lot of time on my hands this morning.  The early low sun made some beautiful shadows on the grassy lawns.  Trying to capture them is tough, but here's a sample of one as Karen and I rode along highway 51.

 

 

Just one of the characters hanging in the store were we ate lunch.