Today I did my duty driving the “Rest Stop Van”, which basically means that I have to take charge of providing the rest stops for all the cyclists along the route (and which also means that I didn’t ride). It’s an interesting way to see the ride; you get to speak with the folks along the way that allow us to sit in their parking lots or under their oak trees. As we start to ride north we get into what I would loosely call the Genteel south, where it’s not uncommon to use the word “plantation” unironically. The little bugs - noseeums and the like- are starting to creep in, and it was a pretty hot day. When we got to the church - which is big and nice - I wenton a little bit of a jog because I felt like I hadn’t done anything today (I hadn’t), and I was reminded of why it’s so hard to jog in the south and why I hated jogging when I lived in Texas. That unique, I’m-about-to-die feeling from jogging in the heat; I don’t miss it. Anyway, it was actually a very uneventful day which makes it a bit hard to blog about, but is really a good thing, especially for the cyclists. We stopped at Club Ponderosa, which was hilarious because it totally was a dance club but like the most southern, middle-of-nowhere-est dance club you’ve ever seen. And I ate at a Waffle House, hashbrowns smothered and covered and peppered.
Yep, the South.
