Mississippi

Recent journal entries detail a recent pilgrimage to America’s urethra, the Mississippi River. Enjoy!
 
6/17/10
Travelogue

Still @ work. Not a good start. Lost keys in the parking lot this morning.
Superstition breeds paranoia…I may come back in a coffin or wheelchair.
Scenes of collision with truck, bodily explosion, and separation of all limbs flicker and dance in mind.
Centralia PA @ dusk or bust.
The Freaks Come Out at @ Night and smoke angel dust (PCP)
Side note: starting to realize that all Social Workers are idiots; dilettante fools. People in general are fools. So much knowledge lost through the ages (or purposely witheld). Urge to kill strong. Thinking of rolling Pennsylvanian coal-flecked hills. I miss
Ontario Mining Museum. Need to dip toes in Mississippi River to preserve sanity and purify self. Hope all is well with bike today.
Centralia or DIE!
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6/17/10

Ryder Strong checking in, in Centralia PA. Made it here alive to meet good souls Marlo, Lulu, and Abianna Prince. Assisted down derelict dirt Centralian road by sweet-smelling hick gent. Centralian? Creature of the mines? As told before, all Centralians are kind souls. Goddamn the pusher man for scorching their earth.
Camping out under the stars.


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US 2 – 2 Vampiros
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WC Shcdule:
June 19 Sat: Holland -Jap 7:30a
Ghana – Australia 10a
Cameroon – Den 2:30p
June 20 Sun: Brazil – Ivory Coast 2:30p
June 21 Mon: Spain – Honduras 2:30p
June 22 Tues: nothing of note
June 23 Wed: US – Algeria 10a
Germany – Ghana 2:30p
June 24 Thur: Cameroon – Holland 2:30p

June 25 Fri: Port – Brazil 10a
Chile – Spain 2:30p
 

6/18/10

Urge to kill fades as Ryder Strong spends time with good friends in Centralia region (center of Universe (this one))
Paranoia fades as Pipe no longer fears Marlo crushing his skull with brick @ night and stealing moto-bike for own exploratory journey. He has an Xterra.
Instead, imagines engineering marvel of Xterra/Ninja hybrid where bike can be deployed from truck whilst driving. Michael Knightish.
Another night to be spent in Centralia.
US robbed by referee. US 2, Slovenian Vampires 2.
So far so good so what

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Pictured Below: Park Ranger/CIA operative reads storyline/script/factual account of doomed flight. No pictures allowed. Lets Roll!
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6/19/10

 


Mileage unknown.
Currently dipping in tent in Monongahela National Forest. Campsite is free and right by creek. Made way here from Centralia. Will break tomorrow for Kentucky? Watch game @ 2:30p and make time. Goal remains set to reach Mississippi River and take a dip. Left lil’ Marlo and Lulu to take Pennsylvania back roads to current location. Hwy 61 to Rte 35 was the choice and 35 is a brilliant high speed back country valley road. Through farmland @ speeds in excess of 90 knots. 35 to route 30, the famed Lincoln Hwy, and another brilliant road. 30 is a mountain road and does not disappoint. Arrived at Shanksville memorial and that is in the middle of fucking nowhere. Did not have the heart to espouse conspiracy theories. Many people died there. We are being lied to. Live free and die strong. Roll-on.
Traversed into West Virginia and took to Rte 72 through the forest. Single-lane treacherous fucking mountain road. Took dirt path to present location @ Spruce Knob.
Over and out!
-Ryder Strong

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6/20/10
Few Lexus’, BMWs, or even Civi Si’s, spotted in WVa. W. Virginians prefer to spend their hard-earned kopeks on outdoorsmanship.
Campin’ and Vampin’!
Huntin’ and Frontin’!
Currently supping lunch outside Webster Springs. Kippers and Pretzels and Coke. 4 dessert – Dip! People @ campsite knew what I was talking about when I asked them for a cup. Spittoon is common vernacular here. WVa is a landlocked nation and few Sea Robbins exist here.

“Famous” Charleston salad. Full of crap.
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SAM’s pub in Charleston, WVa. Forced bartender to turn off jukebox and put on World Cup. Kaka is caca(poop).
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Stopped in Charleston for WC match. Will try to find a bar which caters to such. These mid-southern cities are all the same on Sunday, completely dead.

 

Important Travel Tip: Please note that all small cities/hip towns contain at least one hipster coffee shop. The coffee is always excellent, prepared with care, and the treats are good in taste. Lone travellers welcome.

It must be a war of wills to be top hipster in town, for there are so few. Competition must be immense. Where do they find their clothes? Someone is bound to get hurt!
Watching WC match @ Sams pub in Charleston. Brazil vs. CIV. Demanded that game volume be turned up and jukebox turned off. Barkeep bends to will.
Drunk.
Need to make Kentucky alive in one piece.

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Why is dental care so poor in middle America? Everyone is missing or has rotten teeth. Stopped at Cyclemos Moto-Museum in Red Boiling Springs. Closed.
Date Unknown
Butch Blevins, Jim Carson, Bill Cobb, Bobby Ellis, Ron Buford, and Terry Tucker are all names of men running for Sheriff in small town Tennessee. All names can be used as aliases.
Marlo states during cellphone transmission: Rte 61 is a desirable road heading home. But stay the fuck out of Redding PA. Do not stop in Redding!
Delcious Fish Tacos had in Nashville. Fuck the pope. Tennessee is G—S country son, let no one tell you different. Tennessee is fucking great. A rural parkway system traverses the entire state, up and down, endlessly searching for SEX. Nashville is OK. Hitting Memphis tomorrow. We shall see…
-Ryder Strong
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Pipe Adams Rules to Live-By to Become a Major Playa in Small-town America:
 
 
1. First things first: find the biggest/toughest dude(usually the town bully/giant) in town and kick his ass.
2. Grab the hottest chic(usually daughter of minister/giant/town bully) in town and fuck her(by force if necessary, but only if).
3. Accidentally walk-in on Sheriff-elect Ron Buford fucking Sheriff-candiate Jim Carson in the ass in the men’s room at Wal-Mart.
4. If Ron Buford or Jim Carson happens to be #1 or the hubby, father, or combination theirof of #2, you may become mayor.
5. Always use an alias
 
 
-Ryder Strong

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Stinky ol’ burger made with 100 y.o. grease
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Walkin’ in Memphis is just some song about a Jewish guy who goes on vacation in Memphis and eats dinner with a stereotypical black family.
Fucking hot today. 101º yesterday. 105º today.

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“World Famous” Beale St.
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Stinky old Memphis Bar. US Beats stinky Algerians.
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Tupelo, MS
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June 22

 


Woke up this morning and got my ass on the Trace. Fucking beautiful parkway. Immaculate! Very few other vehicles. I had it all to myself. An important piece of the history of mankind beautifully paved over to permit cars to drive over it. Perfect place to drive hungover with a splitting headache. From Trace to Shiloh. Again, all by myself. Indian earth mounds. Memphis pyramid. It’s all coming together. The truth is out there. We are being misled.

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Lie/Disinfo: an apple slice placed in your tobacco pouch will freshen your dried out tobacco.

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Bologna Burger in Soddy-Daisy, TN
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Cherahola Parkway, another jewel. Only 50 miles or so but spectacular curving mountain roads. Dangerous. On can easily crash their Ninja 500. Ambulance blasts up around one of the curves as I’m packing a lip at a mountain vista. Perhaps a middle aged Harley rider has met his doom?
Cherahola Parkway, built at a time when the government built cool shit just because. They will never make another one of these. We are bankrupt as a nation.
…Camped out last night outside of Lynchburg TN. Night previous stayed in Memphis. A long hot slog across rural Tennessee to get there. Beale Street is similar to Bourbon Street but much smaller. 1/15th the size maybe…? Better than Nashville though, but still smaller. Dipped toes in the Mississippi. Witnessed US win their group in spectacular fashion vs. gross Algerians. Memphis to Tupelo to ride the Trace.

Descriptive box on Trace Indian mounds notes their construction, and use, to date to 100-200 AD, yet also notes the presence of copper spools found inside. Did Native Americans possess knowledge of metallurgy? 1300 years before Columbus? The truth is out there. In plain sight.

I think I’ve been getting heat exhaustion. Saying, thinking weird things. Thoughts were getting real bizarre there for a while. Saying ‘Good Morning’ to people at night and vice versa. I smell like old sweat and am covered in dirt and road grime. I look like a vagrant. An old man gave me a dime in Charleston and I scared him with bizarre retort. I am not a vagrant and the dime stayed in Charleston. Good day today. Set up date with Cousin Drewie to watch US game on Saturday vs. Ghanians. Took I-77 to the Blue Ridge Parkway and was reminded again why I love it so. Spectacular. Look around and there are many places to hide a bike and stealth camp. Lots of small tracks going off into the brush and @ Smart View (M.P. 155) there is a path where one can easily stow a Ninja 500. Got off BRP to head to Appomattox. Fucking ridiculous. $4 per person and $10 per vehicle to basically see a house. Shiloh was free (honor system). Fuck that. [Karma comeuppance: Paid the $18 camp fee at TN state park after guy forgot that I didnt pay].
Travel note: Honesty is a virtue and will reward you in the afterlife.
Chatted up adorable Virginian lass at BBQ stand and took a very respectable Rt. 15 to Culpepper. There is nothing to do in Appomattox save drink and ride ATVs, she states. Got horrible hotel for $50, ice cream, and food. Enjoyed air-conditioning as novelty to counteract blazing southern heat.
Cousin Drewie’s hostel provides safe harbor for the wayward traveller and he can be plied with alcohol for familial secrets. Notoriously tight-lipped, Drewie let some savory morsels of intel drop that were not lost on this black sheep rogue traveller. He knows more about the goings on of things that he cares to divulge. In time…

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Velodrome in Trexlertown, PA
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Escaped the oven of the Devil’s Cauldron that is current official American capital and blasted home through Pennsylvania, supping at a Waffle House, before making one last putsch through New Jersey to reach greater New York.

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Food of the GODS. The Annunaki are coming and Waffle House will be their food of choice. So it is told.
Take me to another place…
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