Although my ride through Arkansas is more pleasant than Louisiana, the bus experience left much to be desired. There is much more to the story than I am revealing here, but Greyhound and SCAT have really dropped the ball with this “service”.
[later] On the equipment front, I have a flashing tail light, which I always use, and a headlight, which I don’t usually use (except at night). I see from an Arkansas bicycle publication that some places in Arkansas require a bell, which I don’t have. Another item for the gear list.
I hope to make it back here soon so that I can continue my journey to Memphis and say that I made the trip. I have the strength, resources and initiative to do the trip now but my saddle sores are quite bad and I need the break.
I wanted to start off this leg of the trip more or less where I left off in Marshall on part I. This is essentially the Marshall bus station. It turns out that it moved over the winter, from a dedicated property downtown to a corner of the Pony Express gas station, near the junction of Hwy 59 and I-20. This meant a little backtracking. No problem; a little duplication of effort. I stayed at a small family owned hotel the previous night, and arranged to leave my car for the time I was riding the bike.
Start mile 5814.3 end 5856.1 daily 41.8 segment 41.8 trip 353.7
This first day of the second leg of my trip, I rode from Marshall to Vivian, Louisiana.
The forecast called for 90 degree temperatures and 5-10 mph headwinds most of the way; judging from flags and waving grass, I think they topped out about 15 mph. This was a mostly flat and level 41.8 miles but was my first ride after a while and the heat and wind got to me. I had numerous breaks, and drank a lot of water. I freeloaded water from 2 places, a nice lady who visited with me when I had a break in front of her property, and a Baptist church. There was a mix of good roads with wide shoulder and narrow or no shoulder.
I stopped for an awful lunch at a gas station in Texas.
In Vivian, there was only one hotel in town, which I had located on the trip down from Hot Springs. The front desk lady was a bit surly in my interaction with her, and I was tired, so I didn’t ask too many questions at check-in. I spent some time in the room and the attached restaurant closed by the time I got to it at 21:00, and there were no others nearby. I ate some gas station food and crashed for the night.
After waiting out several logistical problems and time conflicts, I was finally able to continue another segment of my bike trip from last summer. I had a little more experience and confidence about what I was doing, and as with last summer’s trip, I intended to continue towards Memphis and beyond, with the first part of the trip planned in some detail and hard plans morphing into nebulous wishes towards the end. After attending a music conference in Hot Springs (here), I left my car in Marshall, and headed out through the Northwest corner of Louisiana and central Arkansas, towards Memphis. I ended up going from Marshall, TX to Fordyce, AR before returning home.
Well, I accomplished the main goals of interest for this trip. I tested out my equipment, travelling kit, riding skills, endurance. While many things worked out well, I was disappointed in my endurance towards the end. Two 20 mile days? Bleah!
I was happy that my packing list worked as well as it did. I was happy that I didn’t get sick and have to figure out how to manage any emergencies, large or small.
For the next trip, I could take less clothing (or more correctly, reduce the duplication and add items of varying warmth). Exception: more socks. A second set of footwear is a good idea but sandals/flip flops would do the trick.
My rear pannier set was destroyed (both sides) but the trip saved, thanks to the miracle of duct tape.
- It was a challenge, but I did it.
- Consecutive travel days are harder than independent travel days. Daily travel distance doesn’t seem to relate well to exhaustion level. I didn’t mind wind (or even rain) that much but hills are really difficult.
- Chicken trucks really stink.
- A computer with route mapping and a GPS were worth the weight and trouble. In fact, crucial.
- I should have picked several better cycling routes (and in the future will). Some of the paved, well marked highways were a bit dangerous (hwy 30, 94, 999). Hwy 59 was very busy but was actually a very good cycling highway. One of the best was hwy 105.
- There was a lot of variation in the amount of debris on the side of the road, which could not be predicted by software, Google images or reasoning. More debris -> more flat tires. I think I had 4 flat tires in ~315 miles.
- Greyhound Bus turned out to be very amenable to bike transportation – that is the way to do the return trip. I have also since taken Amtrak (not with bike) from Houston to California, and I see from their own posters and publications that they are hostile to bikes and bike riders. Within California, they have bike oriented commuter trains, but not the long distance trains.
- Looking ahead, it seems that a major challenge on long distance trips will be in crossing rivers. Most bridges seem to be on interstate highways or narrow high speed highways. More later…
- My amateur logistical efforts worked out.
- Definitely for the next trip: state map, GPS, cell phone, duct tape, spare tubes, armored tires.
- [Addendum: I traveled the route from home to Huntsville a second time since the dates listed here. They took a really nice highway between Anderson and Roans Prairie (yay!) and added chip seal to it (boo!).]
Start mileage 5041.9 end 5046.2 daily 5.4 trip 311.9
Route: hotel to Marshall bus station.
The weather forecast calls for strong headwinds 15-25 mph (Hurricane Isaac) in the afternoon as I proceed North, followed by an 80% probability of heavy rain for 2 days. Checking outside, the wind seems to be solid 20 mph already. I plan for several actions: (1) proceeding North to the next small town (with a questionable hotel where I will have to hole up for 2 days), (2) stay in this hotel for 3 days (3) bus home (or elsewhere). I notice that there is a bus station in Marshall. I also note that there is a bike shop, where I might be able to get a bike packing box etc. If I take the bus, I figured that they would accept me without problems but I don’t know their packaging expectations for the bike. I programmed waypoints on the GPS for the bus station, bike store and the next town. I checked the bus schedule on the web, and without deciding what I will do, I put on my street clothes (ie. not cycling jersey/shorts), check out of the hotel and head for the bus station. I get a flat tire on the way, and push the bike the last 3+ miles to the bus station, without fixing the flat tire.
The bus station says that they have seats to Houston, and will take the bike as is. Problem solved; I get a ticket to Rosenberg, which is a better choice than central Houston or Houston SW (59 near Hillcroft). I arrive at the Rosenberg drop off point just before sunset, fix the flat tire but get a cab home rather than ride the bike in the dark. I arrive home in Sugar Land about 20:30.
Start mileage 5016.4 end 5041.9 daily 25.536 trip 306.5
Route: Carthage to Marshall Best Western.
I struggled a lot on this segment. I’m not sure why but something is just hammering me. Many breaks; the first after only 4 miles or so. Wind is disorganized, coming from every direction (but strong/gusty). Solid headwind for the last 5 miles.
At ~5 mile point going over a bump, spokes catch the other (left) pannier, tear it open. Duct tape repair again. Really glad I brought that stuff.
Lunch ~13:00+ at gas station just 0.5 miles from destination (quart of milk and a sandwich), at I-20 intersection. Nap 15:00-18:50. Steak and hash browns at Waffle House. Yum.
Mileage (measured) is probably about a mile short from actual; I traveled about a mile with the odometer off.
Start mileage 4960.5 end 5016.4 daily 55.818 trip 281.0
Route: Nacogdoches to Carthage Best Western.
I was able to pump up tires properly at a bike store that I spotted next to Steven F Austin University (“SFA”). My portable bike pump will only give me about 65 pounds pressure (need 100 to do it right). I asked a few directions (the staff on duty didn’t seem to know much about the area), and traveled on.
I am completely drained. Headwinds and hills at start. Rain and more rain. Several breaks at country churches for rain.
Pizza and milk for lunch at 15:00+ at a gas station in Gary TX (“Gary City”?) while I waited out a little questionable weather. When it seemed to be good going, I left.
A detour on hwy 10 south of Carthage (North of Gary) forced me from Gary via hwy 999 back to hwy 59, an additional 4 miles or so. Heavy rain started on hwy 999, about 10 minutes away from Gary. Flat (front) tire and more heavy rain on hwy 59. My sunglasses fog up in the rain, and I am almost blind going down some hills on 59, with fast traffic to my left. A lot of debris on the shoulders to avoid (also, a cause of flat tires).
Everything is soaking wet when I arrive at the hotel.
I anticipate headwinds and rain from hurricane Isaac soon. The Republican convention has worked around it and sent it on my way. I might have to quit around Texarkana because of the weather on the way.
There are a lot of chicken farms today and I have passed at least a couple of Tyson chicken processing plants. A lot of the traffic on these back roads is chicken trucks. They smell bad – empty or loaded. In the rain, they are nothing less than vile. The spray from passing vehicles stays with you. Yuck.