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We awoke to the most beautiful weather day we've had thus far! It was chilly enough outside that both the Beast and I put long sleeve shirts on over our standard tank style riding tops. Since we had no Wifi and a very weak signal on my cell. phone that prevented us from tethering for internet ... we rode to the first McDonald's on our route and got online to post last night's blog. As much as we'd like to avoid fast food, here's why we often end up at fast food places: 1) they have "fill your own drinks" area where we can easily refill 9 water bottles, 2) they have an affordable menu with a few semi-healthy choices like salads, 3) they never hassle us about leaning our bikes against their buildings.
We rode out of Folkston and into "nothingness". Actually, we rode up Route 301, which was the kind of 2 lane road our parents took when they traveled America in the 60's and 70's. It was a well paved road lined with miles and miles of trees and then the occasional mom and pop convenience store. Our cell phones barely had a signal and after 5 miles, it did become a bit monotonous. Monotony in my family leads to silly games. We played 4 or 5 rounds of "20 questions" and then we started playing "one word story" (where each of us says only one word each in a circle to form a silly story) and finally ended up singing "100 bottles of beer on the wall". After 80 bottles, the Beast sang, "I took one down, knocked the rest down, no more bottles of beer on the wall." And that was the end of that.
While dining, a gentleman who rode in on an awesome Harley Davidson approached our table after checking out our bikes. He asked about our ride and admired our little Coco. Then he shocked me. He told me he used to do the BRAG rides (Bike Ride Across Georgia) that were at least 100 mile distances. He told me he bought a $2,000 road bike a few years ago and hasn't ridden it since. His name is Jerry and this message is for him: Jerry, Please, Please, Please ride your bike! It breaks my heart to think I'm riding on a $12 bike across half the country and you have a $2000 road
gathering dust and regrets!
We rode on towards Jesup, Georgia through the same basic scenery, stopping at the occasional mom and pop store and talking with local hillbillies who told us about how they love riding their 4 wheelers through the swamps of Georgia. I have to admit, it did sounds a bit exciting. It was tough to understand a lot of what they said since their accents were quite strong and the 3 of them combined had few teeth than me. They smiled a lot and seemed awfully happy. Maybe I should lose a few teeth and buy a swamp riding 4 wheeler.
We checked our Google maps against our GPS at the start of our day and found that the Garmin GPS seemed to take a more direct route but that there were fewer franchised restaurants, hotels, etc. When we reached Jesup, GA, we found that the next available hotel was not for 26 miles. We opted to stay and pay for a non-comfort inn hotel instead of forging ahead since Frankenbutt needed time to do some maintenance on the bikes, buy a few replacement tire tubes, etc.
While relaxing in our room, I received a text from my gal pal, Michelle Messing of Jax BMX saying that we should consider passing through Augusta, GA and visiting the BMX track there. I ran directions online and on the GPS and found out that by taking Route 301 as we did, that it put us directly on a path to pass through Augusta, even though we had not originally planned to do so. I looked up Augusta BMX online, sent emails to the track and track director and got a phone call back within an hour. Track Director Mitch said he'd already heard we might be coming and quickly called a board meeting to get ready for our arrival. He said he's trying to arrange a "ride in", publicity and possibly a hotel room, too!
Now, my friends, you see how BMX works at the local grass roots level. Track directors and BMX parents can make something good happen without a lot of pondering, committee forming, voting, debating and squabbling. They just get it done! Another great reason to love BMX!
Time to hit the sack and get ready for a 75+ mile ride tomorrow.