We awoke to thunder, lightning, and a complete deluge, which cleared up right as we finished with breakfast. Today proved to be another day of riding through small rolling hills lined with soybeans, churches, chicken farms ("Disease free"), and almost-defunct towns. The chicken-trucks were out in force today, blasting us with their characteristic smell - which gives me flashbacks to research I did with pigs in college (the pigs were the subjects, not colleagues).
We rode through the town of Honoraville, Alabama, and took pictures in honor of Honora, the hammer. Honoraville may be a secret source of rusted out Mustang cars from every single year of production.
The rains arrived in force at mile 70, but disappeared within about 10 minutes, just in time for a tasty lunch of toasted cheese sandwich and ground beef. The afternoon ride in proved heavenly, with rollers that you could roll over, a bit of a tailwind, and a threatening storm for inspiration. I motored along at 22-27 mph in these conditions, and was picked up a few miles from the hotel by Doug and Jeanine, who were hammering to avoid the storm. I hopped on the train for the 29-35 mph race into the hotel, where we rapidly cleaned and lubed the bikes before another downpour replete with thunder and lightning arrived.
A notable sign today: Wilson's Welding and Erection Co.
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