I grew up in a town where corn was processed into high fructose corn syrup, and later, ethanol. If you were to remove the corn molecules from my being, I would probably be a much smaller person. Corn was what the air in my hometown, and the towns around it, smelled like. Alcohol, ethanol, cornstarch, corn syrup and other corn products were made there. I now live within a few minutes’ walk of many acres of corn. As the Eastern Seaboard is built by the sea, this land is built by corn and soybeans. Corn goes on. not for acres here, but miles.
And this time of the year gets a little monotonous riding the bicycle in the country. Not only does the tar melt up from the oil and gravel roads, but the view is much the same wherever you go. Because here, the corn stalks grow to be more than eight feet tall. Corn is grown right up to the road ditches. Corn also puts out a gallon of water vapor per plant, per day. That makes things a bit humid here, as well. Cycling can feel like riding in a sauna. But corn pays the bills around here, and provides the oil that keeps the wheels of agribusiness rolling.
So if you see this blog being a bit more urban and suburban, it is just because I am waiting for the corn harvest to give me back safe, quiet roads with a view of what is around me. I am also keeping out of the way of farmers, so they can get their business done. I still get a chance to roll my wheels along, because of the extensive trail system in my town, which is a real blessing this time of year. Along with the bicycle co-op, the trails are a great help to me as I am tending to ride more. ‘Tis the season. Soon enough will come the bicycle paint, polish, and finish season, also known as fall. Believe me, I am taking my time with that this year, and progress on the Raleigh Competition will be made.