We're taking an extended luch break in Greensville, MS, a fragrant city with a nice historic downtown and some of the most maddeningly ignorant drivers I've ever run across in my life. Nate and I had three separate cars slowly veer into our lane as we approached a light, all in the span of about five blocks. Fortunately most of the past few days have seen us riding along pleasant (and really, really flat) rural roads with minimal traffic.
Yesterday we hauled some serious ass, covering over ninety miles of the MRT. Our route was almost entirely along Highway 1, a straight, flat shot across the Delta that was almost entirely rural. A nice tailwind and a desire to make a state park by nightfall helped motivate us to stay in the saddle. Asides from covering a ton of distance, the day was pretty uneventful, save for a short stop at a touristy convenience store towards the end of the day. After asking directions from a cheerful middle aged man who was filling up his ATV at the pump, we were warned to be careful when entering the town of Rosedale, since "there are a lot of Democrats down there that will slash your tires." Nate and I were pretty confused, and hoped that we weren't about to do something to give us away as closet leftists. We got back on the bikes and took off, and a few seconds later we realized that he didn't have anything against Democrats at all; he was just really racist!
The forecast for the rest of the week calls for clear skies and temperatures in the seventies, so hopefully we can take full advantage of it and continue to move at a good pace. After leaving Memphis it started to sink in that I'm on the final leg of this trip, and although we still have hundreds of miles ahead of us, I'm finding myself looking ahead and getting excited for New Orleans.
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