America's Still Out there
I have a notion to build a bicycle rack for the motorcycle
I miss running the Choo Choo and I hate to see history pass us by.
I'm involved with Rail to Trails. The plan is to ride at least a bit of as many of the Rails to Trails as I come across. As an example the Hiawatha Trail... \
I'd like to go back to a more gentle time. A time of
Soda Fountains and Grape Nehi and Girls in Dresses for cryin' out loud
But that is a different blog post (see earlier posts here on the blog) but the same recurring idea.
For this reason I avoid the Interstate, the Freeway, the Superslab, the wary people and all the rush.
Some ways into this journey I made a wrong turn and stumbled into and onto the Katy Trail Rails to Trail Bicycle path. At Clifton City, Missouri on an afternoon so hot the air shimmered. I unloaded the bike and stripped off the Aerostich. There was a park and a wee bit o' shade and and restrooms. But it is so hot there is no one around. Only the smell of fresh cut grass and the drone of Cicadas and off in the distance a lawnmower. A big one from the sound of it.
And then there is this old boy... usually the hounds lie in the middle of the road in rural Missouri. Not today, this old boy is in the shade. He reluctantly comes out to say hi.
America's Still Out There
A wooden floored General Store on some backroad in Tennesse
doesn't have Grape Nehi... that's just wrong.
And finally a Grape Nehi... I'll make it now.
All the photos from the Trip are here on Smugmug