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| ROUTE: Clarksdale MS to Greenville MS | DISTANCE: 81 Miles | WINDS: Light tailwinds...WOW, 2 days in a row. |
| WEATHER: Abundant sunshine, 64 degrees at departure and 85 by afternoon | TERRAIN: Roller rink flat. | TOTAL CLIMBING: 300 feet somewhere... |
RIDE OVERVIEW: Just another perfect day to ride our bike. We woke to clear skies and light winds out of the northeast. It's really mild for weather in the south. It was supposed to get pretty warm by afternoon, but the lack of humidity made it bearable on the long open flat roads we were on.
Today we ride to Greenville MS where during WW2 there was an active Army/Air Force training base located just north of town on our route. It was active from 1941 until the mid 60s when it fell prey to the military budget cuts and base closures. During the '40s Greenville Air Base was a primary pilot training facility for WW2 pilots. One trainee later became famous for being shot down while flying his U-2 over the Soviet Union on May 1, 1960 during the Cold War...Captain Francis Powers. That very incident put a tight strain on US/Soviet relations that took years to overcome and first exposed the CIA to the world.
Our
departure took us south of town for 5 miles before turning toward the river to
intersect Highway 1 South to Greenville. Our early morning route was dominated
with mature cotton, rice, and some corn fields...but mostly cotton. We haven't
seen much of the cotton pickin' process yet, but I'm sure we're going to see
lots more before we get out of Mississippi. I spent a few minutes early this
morning snapping pictures of a crop duster spreading defoliant on the cotton
fields so harvest must be close at hand. He seemed to be amused that I was
filming his work...several times he would intentionally fly in my direction to
give me a good look as he banked for a picture. Luckily, he never was spraying
while he passed me, but I'm not sure if I didn't breathe enough chemicals to do
some harm...I'll see if my arms fall off tonight (or anything else for that
matter, stay tuned).
Although
there wasn't much activity at the gins yet, I told the riders to try to get a
tour of a gin if they had time to stop...I toured one last year. It definitely
looked like a dirty process, but it was interesting to see Docker pants in their
early stages and how they cycled the raw cotton through the gin. According to
my tour guide, the big bales that sit by the fields are called modules. Each
module weighs approximately 8500 pounds...it takes 17 bales to make a module and
cotton sells for about $.60/lb...that makes each module worth approximately
$5100. Trucks haul the modules from the fields to the gin where it is stored
until it is processed. The process starts when the module is fed into the gin
where it is broken up by machine, dried, and run through several machines that
separate the seeds from the raw cotton. After it has been "deseeded," it is
packed into a tight container in 500 pound lots to go to market. All the
"trash" that is left over after the gin process is used for compost and spread
back on the fields. We also got to see the making of modules up close and
personal. I got some good pictures of the field laborers picking and
transporting the cotton to the packer machine. They unload the cotton into the
packer where it is pounded into a hard module where it is stored in the field
until the transport truck comes to take it to the gin. The transport truck
backs up against the module, tilts the bed of the truck, and augers the module
into the bed of the truck...quite interesting to see. It unloads the module at
the gin the same way only backwards...the module augers out to the ground from
the tilted truck bed. I'll include photos tomorrow if I have room to show
the process in more detail.
As
I've said before, today's terrain was so flat, if we could have gotten on top of
our motel in Clarksdale, we could have seen our motel in Greenville 80 miles
away. I even heard someone say they wished we had a hill or two...now that's
the spirit! The flat terrain did help us get down the road as the pace lines
were flying this morning so fast we could barely keep up with the support.
About 10 riders beat the SAG van to the second SAG but I covered it in White
until Green came to my rescue. I think the flatlanders are really loving
this...Steven was beaming as he was dangling off the front on his "Killer B"
Bacchetta just ahead of Julius and Jack who were trying to sneak up on him.
Marilyn and Nancy were both excited today too as their averages were a couple
MPH higher than usual because they tucked in on a pace line early in the day.
Say what you want about boring flat roads...they rock when you want to ROCK.
Tomorrow we get up early to ride 100 miles to Vicksburg...another sunny day on flat terrain. Hopefully, we will have enough time to tour the battlefield, but it will be tight. We have another flat day, but depending on the winds, it could be another tiring day anyway...anytime we get a day with 3 digits, it's going to be hard no matter what the winds are doing. We are watching Ivan in the gulf and are hoping it turns as predicted toward the east. We surely don't wish it on the state of Florida again, but we definitely don't need it on our route. Even if it does go east, we may see some affects of the storm, but whatever comes, we'll deal with it somehow. Since everyone got in early today, we should be well rested for our challenges tomorrow...see you then.
HEARD ON THE ROAD TODAY:
Cynthia was razzing Craig at the first SAG..."Mike took a photo of our paceline
this morning while I was pulling (right). Just after he drove out of
sight, Craig couldn't stand it anymore so he went to the front and started to
pull hoping Mike would get HIS photo pulling...didn't happen!"
DUH! OF THE DAY: Maybe not a DUH, but a good story...Nancy was rockin this morning and was pulling John C. in a two person line. When she pulled over for John to take a turn, he wasn't anywhere to be found...WHERE IS HE, she thought? She waited for a minute and became worried...was he in a ditch? Did he have a flat? Did he crash and I not notice? As she started to go back to look for him, he came riding up. "Where have you been," she asked. "I was taking a photo of a road kill Armadillo with beads around his neck," was the reply. "I'm worried sick about you and you are filming Road Kill?! @#$%@! Good grief!"
LEARNED ON THE ROAD TODAY: Don S., our outdoor expert, posed a trivia question yesterday..."All of you have seen the 'Wooly Bears' (When I was a kid we called them Wooly Worms) crossing the roads lately...what determines which way they go?" Well, tonight he needed the answer...several people ventured guesses none of which were based in reason or thought. Finally, Birthday Buzz stood up and announced that he and Lisa were riding today and had happened upon an entomologist who said not to believe any 'wives' tales' and that Wooly Bears went where ever they want to...providing they don't get run over like the Mississippi Armadillo while crossing the road. Rumor has it that they just wake up in the morning and start moving. Must be nice, everyday is a totally new adventure.
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PHOTOS OF THE DAY |
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Va Va Voom!
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At the second SAG today, I found this gentleman working on his plane...he said he just needed something to keep him busy. Having been an aviator myself, I didn't have the heart to tell him I thought he had a major design flaw. Don't think this one is going to get off the ground without a mod. |
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In the south, when times are prosperous, they use the term "Living in high cotton." This definitely is not the "preshrunk" type.
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The roads out here are so flat and so straight that Steven was able to put his Bacchetta on auto pilot and he got 40 winks in the process.
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In the south, those stylish green and white trousers signify prison labor clean up crews.
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There must be something about vehicles in the south missing things...first it was an airplane without wings...but in this case there's a wheel out here missing a tractor.
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