Today was supposed to be a road day (after the whole outhouse fiasco at Jason & Connie's), so of course it was cloudy and Doppler Radar showed massive thunderstorms rapidily approaching.  Our plans changed, we bribed Jason & Connie with a free Mexican lunch if they would just let us stay a bit, and we all headed off in Jason's truck to search for a bolt that fell off the bike on the way from Galveston.  Our first stop was the local autobody shop where we met "Cornbread" and "Peanut" ( not kidding - those are their names - remember this is Mississippi), we searched through hundreds of bolts (to no avail), we swapped lies with each other (our friend Amy says we should never let the truth get in the way of a good story) and then finally gave up and headed for Ace Hardware.  They had the bolt  in chrome finish for $2.49 (would've cost at leat $10 bucks at Harley) so we paid, ran through the now pouring rain and headed off to lunch.  There was no way out of buying lunch this time, since Jason saw us pay for the bolt, so we let 'em have anything they wanted on the dollar menu at Taco Bell.

After lunch the rain passed so we installed the bolt, packed the bike and hit the road for a quick ride into deep, deep blues country.  We stopped for the night in Clarksdale, Mississippi - the "Crossroads of the Blues."    You all know the song performed by Eric Clapton, "Crossroads" - well it was written right here in Clarksdale at the intersection of U.S. 49 and U.S. 61 by a relatively unknown bluesman named of Robert Johnson.  There's also a great blues juke joint here owned by the actor Morgan Freeman, but he heard we were coming and closed early for the day.   Other than the Delta Blues Museum (which we'll sneek into tomorrow) the rest of this town is old, broken down, tired and the PERFECT place to write the blues. 

For dinner we hear there's an all-you-can eat buffett down the road, but we bet that's a lie and they'll toss us out, or charge us more, before we're done having all we can eat!  The last buffet we ate at, somewhere in Texas, called the sherriff when we started shoving baked potatoes in our pockets and arguing that it said "all you can eat," but didn't specify a time limit or location.  Our opinion is there needs to be more truth in advertising down here in the South.   Tomorrow we'll be on the road again - probably just ahead of local law enforcement - and guess where we'll be going?

             
Goodby Jason & Connie - We don't think you look like 1st Cousins                    Kevin fixin' the bike in front yard - Mississippi style!

           
The "Crossroads of the Blues" in Clarksdale, Mississippi                           When Tina Turner cut him loose, Ike had to make a living!