The Sunny South

 Here we are in the sunny South and the e-mails start again. If you don’t want to be on the mailing list any more click here . Nothing happened? OK, try clicking here . Nothing happened again? I don’t know anything about computers, but brother Bob tells me that clicking those spots will probably redirect all my daily junk e-mails for cialis, viagra, and growing special parts of your body 3 inches to your e-mail. Sorry!

We had a good trip down after the first morning. When we left it was raining really hard and then we got into fog in northern Indiana. Luckily we weren’t involved in any pile-ups like happened in Lansing. We stopped for the night in Dalton, Georgia. We wanted to stay in a Fairfield Inn next to the Cracker Barrel restaurant so we could just walk over, but when they saw our car packed to the hilt with two bicycles and other outdoor paraphernalia (is that spelled right), they told us they were sold out. As we left I heard them whispering something about Ma and Pa Kettle (too old for most of you to understand).

I had worn a long-sleeved t-shirt and levis the second day and it was hot in the car. The temp was in the low 80s. We stopped at a Perkins restaurant and half the old guys (yes, older than me) had jackets on. When I get to that point, I’ll know I’m realy old. It was around 2:30 so I wasn’t sure whether all the older people were there for a late lunch or were there for the “early bird” dinner.

We must have dragged the cold weather down with us. The day after we got here it rained all day and turned colder. The wind has been blowing around 15 mph ever since.

Took the new bike out for a ride on Saturday. It was an easy 20 mile out and back. I averaged 21+ mph on the way South and around 14- mph on the way back. My butt got sore from the new seat at mile 9. By mile 13 I was standing every 3 or 4 minutes. When we got back, picture Jean standing over me with one foot on my right butt cheek pulling that seat out of my @%#&. On second thought, don’t picture it. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

Better sign off. We’re headed off to Clermont to look around and ride the new and improved bike route. An one want to do the Great Floridian this year?

Ta Ta as always,

Just (Warmer But Not Hot) Jack

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