03/17 I promised myself before I left on my trip that no matter how run-down a town was, how rude the people were or how unkept the streets were I’d just be thankful for the opportunity to visit it and avoid any disparaging remarks about it.
Anyway, I rode through Canton, GA today and have no comment. Waleska, to the north-west, was a great little town. Reinhardt College pretty much dominates the area with its 540-acre campus. I didn’t see anyone walking around though. Maybe its spring break?
The 4 days of rain broke and I took off under sunny skies and no wind. Thanks Dad and Linda for letting me eat all the food in your house and drink all your beer. That’s a warning Aunt Leta. 
The ride out of the city wasn’t bad at all but the hills… so many hills. My legs are very happy to not being doing anything right now. I was getting worried that I wouldn’t be able to find a place to camp for the night before my legs conked out but I finally turned off the Highway from Hell, Hwy 140 and onto Salacoa Rd. About 1/2 miles up that road I found a little road by a church that sits across from some undeveloped forest. Hwy 140 was a bad road for bikes and I wouldn’t recommend it at all. The hills I expected but the traffic was extremely heavy and there is no shoulder to speak of. Hopefully the next big road I take, 411 is in better shape.
Tore down a hill and broke my top speed. I pretty much take up the entire lane when I’m going that fast but the one person that got stuck behind me on a long descent didn’t seem to mind. In one town I passed through today I would have been shot and likely eaten if I tried that.
My bike also survived the tune up but I think it’s guaranteed that whenever someone adjusts your deraillurs, shifting will never be quite right again. I have to remeber to check the straps on my bike more often too. Almost lost my treking pole.
Cookeville, TN here I come.
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