1,200 miles later and we're in Mobile, Alabama. It's been 19 days of waking up with dawn, packing our lives on our bikes, sitting down and pumping our legs for ten hours, unpacking our lives around our bikes, eating an enormous amount of food, and then doing it all over again the next day. Enough adventure for a year ... and we've just crossed our first state line. How about that.
It's been an amazing first three weeks. I don't think anyone could argue that. Yesterday, though, got a little hairy mentally. Below I tell my day through video. I promise that I have more reasonable material to share with you all further down the road.
US-90 was a dirty, rotten, stinking bunghole of big industry.
We rode around the northern limits of Mobile proper, passing over the Africatown suspension bridge and into the heart of Africatown, where descendants of the last slave trip to land in America settled in the mid-1800s. The bridge was really big.
Africatown left an impact. There is a story here, one that needs to be told. I am sorry to have not captured any pictures of this part of Mobile.
The afternoon grew hotter and more humid. I was hungry, thirsty, and evil. We received a call from our host and found out that his family could no longer host us that night. That's about the time Tony Stallano came out.
Tony Stallano ate two extra large Mississippi Mud Blue Bell ice cream sandwiches and drank a Gatorade. He felt much better. Then Tony heard we might have a place to stay at a local church.
We rode to the church, were welcomed indoors with open arms, and had a wonderful evening thawing frozen spaghetti and eating Jimmy Dean breakfast sausage sandwiches. Tony Stallano had one last reflection.
I absorb a lot on the road. It fucks with my head, seeing these areas left to rot beneath the rug of industry and social progress. We interviewed an environmentally active church member last night and there is a story to be told about what big industry is doing to Africatown and the greater Mobile populations. Perhaps we'll be able to tell it on Narratively. If not, look for it here soon.
Two days to New Orleans.