The lyrics to Arlo Guthrie's song "City of New Orleans" keeps going through my head as I ride along.
"Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles"
...
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done...
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
...
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done."
Today is a relatively short ride. It is a rest day. The beginning will be hilly, since Ed is dropping me off where he picked me up yesterday, a few miles west of Dalton. Then, on the east side of Dalton, I will pick up the Sippo Valley trail, which has a few hills but is mostly flat. It leads to the Ralph Regula Towpath trail in Massillon. The towpath trail surface varies, but I think most of it is chipped limestone. I considered taking my cruiser bike for the fat tires, but it doesn't have a rack, and isn't designed to carry panniers, so my ancient Trek 520 it will be. Ed is driving me back to the route under threatening skies, it is supposed to thunderstorm today after 2:00. Hopefully if I pedal fast I will beat the storm.
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