Leaving Thomasville behind it was a shortish drive to Tallahassee, Florida where B & I parked up, got changed and unloaded the bikes in order to take an impromptu ride down a disused railway to the coast. After taking a wrong turn to find the connection of one rail line with another we ended up at a State Natural Area where dozens of large buzzards we jumping around the road fighting over something decidedly dead. As we approached we could see the prize was a couple of torn up catfish which had been pecked and pulled apart by the hungry vultures. The smell in the midday Florida sun was unbearable but I took a large breath and dived in to get a good photo for my road kill photo album.

25 miles later we’d rattled along smooth tarmac, autumn leaves and white sand roads through a continuously straight, flat railway line through a tunnel of liveoaks swathed in spanish moss and palms to be spat out of the end into a small quiet port lined with little seafood restaurants, cafes and boats bobbing about in the calm inlet. We inhaled a blackened fish sandwich sat in the sun on the deck and then hammered the bikes back to town resulting in just under 50 miles on the clock.

5 hours, 2 pee breaks, 3 coffees and a Waffle House stop later we arrived in a dark, windy Biloxi, Mississippi to stop for the night.