Day 18 - Baton Rouge, La, 45 miles, 814 miles total

The radar this morning showed a large mass of rain headed northeast toward Baton Rouge, so I was sure it was going to be another wet ride today.  But Mother Nature took pity on me for some reason, and once again it held off until my ride was over.

But my luck did run out where flat tires are concerned.  Just 3 miles after getting started, I hit the mother of all nails.  That might be a slight exaggeration, but just a slight one.

Darned cheap tires.  I bet they wouldn't stop a bullet either.

There wasn't  much to look at in terms of scenery today.  The Amite River was as good as it got.  Beyond that, there was the usual rural scenery and, once I got to Baton Rouge, nothing but industrial areas and bad neighborhoods.


The Amite River, just east of Baton Rouge.

I had to zig-zag through town until I got close to the northernmost bridge that crosses the Mississippi, and there I got lunch at a Subway and called a taxi to get to my motel, which wasn't much further than the opposite end of the bike-unfriendly bridge.  So, technically, I'm in Port Allen now, as Baton Rouge is on the other side of the Mississippi.

Nothing much else to report today, except that after I ordered the Veggie Patty sub, the Subway clerk scrunched up her nose and said, "What do those things taste like?"  Going meatless is a very hard to understand concept here in Cajun country.

Comments

  1. Michael LewisSeptember 30, 2018 at 1:29 PM

    What a nail! Too bad. Next time order a salad and see what comment you get. Love the blog...

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  2. Kathy DarlingOctober 2, 2018 at 9:49 PM

    I'm with her, veggie patty sub is not part of my vocabulary. :)

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    1. Leo TaylorOctober 3, 2018 at 2:43 PM

      Ok then call it a "meat-like substance" and give it a try, Kate! You'll LOVE it!! Hahahaha

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