| The road did the Mississippi Morph, instantly turning to gravel. I was ready now, and, infact, I'd been anticipationg this stretch of over 3 miles because it is something special if you like green. It is truely a ride throught a salad bowl. Poke Salad Annie? |
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| The tops of the trees revealed the slope to the river. The Clark trails are down there. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| In the lush South, relief (the severity of the differnce between up and down) can only be imagined. How deep and scary? You never know. Out west, you always know. I'm kinda in the "I don't want to know" group, preferring the Smokies to the Rockies. There's a "green lust" attached to that preference, also. I found that out west I got "red overload". I sure got the "you will die if you go one more step" overload. Now I will hear from Fagan and Dell about how "limited" I am. Actually, they use the word, "moron" a lot. I'll have to look that one up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Here we see an excellent use of creosoled lumber. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Best way, put your bike in first gear and just let the engine slow you down. If you use your brakes, you could go into an exciting slide. Just tell Madam Claws N Your Love Handles, to cool it or you'll put her off the bike and she can walk it. I guess I should tell you at this point, and to follow any guidelines the Freedom of Information Act may require, I have been divorced 5 times. In fact, Number 6 is threatening and she doesn't even ride. Maybe that's her problem? |
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