We are still riding up the Mississippi river. Yesterday we rode out of Tennessee, into Kentucky briefly so that we could take the ferry across into Missouri. Charleston Missouri last night, Cape Girardeau tonight, Ste. Genevieve tomorrow and St Louis on Sunday and a day off Monday. This will put us time wise and distance wise just a lttle over the half way mark.
I had been riding blind since leaving Memphis since both of my bike computers died. It is both mentally and physically taxing to try an do this sort of a cue/clue sheet navigated ride without a computer. It means that you have to ride with someone who has a functional computer, or ride constantly somewhere with riders ahead and some behind so that if you lose the leaders you can stand by the side of the road and wait for someone to come by and then follow them. It also is very disorienting to not know how much further it is to the next SAG spot, terrain feature or metropolis feature and it nearly impossible to pace yourself.
I ride with a garmin and a back up cats eye which records only mileage, speed and time of day. The garmin picked up a jinx in Memphis and I can neither clear the mileage or depend on it not to randomly turn itself off. The battery is only holding about 2 hours worth of charge and is built in so I have to find a radio shack and see if they can do anything but since it is five years old...... The other computer needed new batteries which I just happened to have with me, but neither I, the guides, or anyone else could get the battery cover off the wheel sensor. One woman left the ride yesterday to attend a family wedding and her husband, who had come to pick her up, had a very complete tool kit, so with much patience, a variety of tools and a lot of brute strength and some spicey comments, he got the top off, we replaced the battery and now it works.
Todays ride was absolutely perfect. Not only was I mentally more at ease riding since I knew where to look for the turns, the special features, the SAG stops, and could pace myself against the heat and how I felt. It was a moderate 87 degrees with a 5-10 mile wind that felt cool- The humidity is very low and because of the twists and turns of the road, in several sections we actually had a real actual tail wind.
The scenery if basically flat farmland with quite a few walnut, oak, cottonwoods and others trees that I don't recognize. It has been dry so the big walking sprinkler rigs are out circling the fields. There are quite a few uncultivated fields since this area was all flooded last year, and there are a lot of fields of a very short (18-24" high) fully headed out and golden ripe wheat. I don't know if the ripeness is because of the dryness or whether it is a special kind of wheat. The corn is about a foot high.
About 20 miles into the ride we passed a farm raising buffalo, followed by a French graveyard from the 1700's and then in the little town of Morley (population 637) we had been warned to look out for the cafe because they made homemade pies. Although it was only about 9:00 AM, a bunch of us stopped in for pie. We all sat at the table labeled as "the liars table" and proceeded to brag that we had just ridden 100 miles, were going to ride another couple of hundred, etc. Strange that nobody believed us.
The only pie available was coconut cream pie and the servings were huge so we split the slices two and three ways and still finished off all of the poor womans pies. Some of that later riders missed out. I think this group of 30 crazy women with a mission (get there, have fun, be safe and support each other) not to mention the van and trailer and "little BoPeep" (complete with sign showing Bo Peep looking for sheep on bicycles), the support vehicle was probably one of the biggest thing to happen in Morley this year. We left the owner/pie baker with a copy of the cue sheet with the note about her cafe and the pies.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, except that Dianne, the woman I was riding with, took a spill on some lose gravel as we pulled into a Post Office to ask directions since we had missed a turn and were hoping to find a short cut back to the real route, or a safe route to Cape Girardeau. The lady at the post office got Dianne wet paper towels to clean out the gravle scrapes on her arms and leg, and a customer had some sanitizing wipes so Dianne cleaned herself up and we finished the last 7 miles into town, found the hotel and then rode on to the bike shop because Dianne's shifter was not working and her front brake was acting funny. Luckily this is one of the towns that actually has a bike shop. It was well stocked, and very functional with everybody doing bike wrenching, sales, fitting etc. Most of Mississippi didn'thave any bike shops and the one in Memphis was sold out of everything useful and not overly worried about it.
So the poor people at Cape Cycles were suddenly slammed with about a dozen clamoring females allneeding something, either new shoes, clips adjusted, shifting corrected, and a new shifter. They decided that they were going to have to get Dianne a whole new set of shifters so she settled in to wait while we all went to find some lunch. As we were leaving a local ERT/Ambulance pulled up. We found out later that the problem with Dianne's shifter had been due to a small pebble lodged in it, which they discovered after an houror so. of getting ready to replace it. They removed the pebble, closed it back up and didn't charge her. In the meantime, the ambulance driver had cleaned, disinfected and bandaged all of Dianne's scrapes and cuts.Aren't people amazing?
There are defintely biking angels among us.
