Gilmer Road to Pucket
   Race...., I mean riding along Gilmer Road in the wrong direction was a blast. It is not the exception. Mississippi is full of roads just like this and better.
It began misting. It was cool and the clouds hung over the valley. I had to stop.
   I turned onto MS 532 and what was this? I'd heard of Hot Coffee but had no idea where it was. I still didn't know where it was, but, it was in front of me.
  I saw a brown sign saying "Downtown". I immediately thought that a public or historical area was coming up due to the presence of the brown sign which usually means that something public or historical is coming up. Nothing but the old store was coming up. Dr. Fagan has varified that, that's that, Hot Coffee. Sometimes a name can glorify itself. The store looked interesting and is open but not on Sundays.
I passed another reminder that today was Sunday and that time was passing.
   I left Hot Coffee going SOUTH, the wrong way. AGAIN. I was on Ms. 37.
The sign said South. I realized that I was and had been turned around. I reversed and went past Hot Coffee and onto Center Ridge. Center Ridge is not on the map but it use to be.
You didn't build out of brick back then if you thought it was temporary.
    I thought I was in the Piney Woods, lumber country. Evidently cotton had been big here at one time. The sign says, "Continental Ginning Systems".  It might have been a "high tech" cotton gin back then. I should have gotten closer but time was flying and I was really upset about losing my sense of direction AGAIN.  It's that damn GPS's fault.
  I should have taken a picture of the Methodist fellowship hall, but I didn't .
I don't think it was anything special. Nothing grabbed me. It was hot.
   I rolled into Taylorsville. Another great Southern Courthouse presented itself. The architecture of these places is just superb.  They are grand. (Southern word)
   Don't ask, I didn't approach the memorial, I can only guess what it was and didn't feel like getting all emotional on a "hot sweating gruelling trip through Dixie".  Actually, it was pretty cool. See, it's shady under sporatic clouds and the humidity was a toleralble 93% and a breeze blew through the sweet Magnolia trees.
I'm tearing up.
   We just DEAL WITH IT in Dixie. Find a great stream and jump in. Below, they were. This is the Strong River west  of Mendenhall. But I'me getting ahead of myself.
   From Taylorsville I continued north. I had marked 3:00 as my turnaround time. I figured I'd jump on an Interstate and do the Time Warp home. I went through Raleigh and took MS 18 west to Pucket. I headed north out of town toward Brandon on I-20 and just lost momentum. I felt that I'd be entering the megagopolis of Jackson and it would be just too much. I flipped it around and went south smiling. I was within a few miles of MS 43, known as a great road by me. When it goes flat and unentertaining it is called MS 13. When it gets good again, it's called 43.Weird but sometimes Weird works. This section of 43 would prove my thesis.
  Why is it old and special? Why did you take a picture of it and why are you showing us?  Look at the chimeys. Ok, bad picture. but it's old. I'd consider it a country cottage.
And, I liked it. Deal with it.
Got a ways to go. Get a drink of water, cool off,  and press NEXT. Please.