The Winter That Would Not End was preparing to strike another blow Sunday night, but I was able to get in a quick 27-miler under darkening skies. The temperature on my Garmin said it was 62 degrees. The low on Monday is supposed to be near zero. I guess March has decided to come “in like a Lion.” Lets hope lamblike tendencies are around the corner.
I chose a road I visit only occasionally, Lucasville Road. This is the stretch of the route that takes me between the words “Prince” and “William” on the above map. It’s a nondescript road, just like all the other country lanes in the area. This one has a few too many rollers for my liking – especially when I’m tired – but today I was fresh and the rollers were of no bother. Despite its “averageness” (if that’s a word), Lucasville Road harkens to another time in the county’s history and touches on a subject that one rarely learns about in detail, namely, after the Civil War, where did all the slaves go?
I mean, they had no money and very few skills beyond what they learned as slaves. They had no transportation. Where did they go? What did they do? I can imagine a plantation owner telling his former slaves, “Congratulations, you’re free. Now get the hell out of here before I shoot you for trespassing.” It’s an interesting (to me at least) problem that doesn’t get a lot of attention.
Except on places like Lucasville Road. It turns out that Lucasville was one of those places where African Americans gathered after the war and formed a community. There are no markers that discuss this and there is no such place as Lucasville today. For the idle traveler, the only way this history is preserved is in a refurbished one room school house on nearby Godwin Drive. The school was built in 1885 for this community and is available for tours by appointment. Online, I can find no reference to the town of Lucasville except for those related to the school house, so I guess it’s a good thing it has been preserved.
As for the ride, it was pleasant but I seemed to hit every red light I possibly could. I was glad to be on my way home towards the end because I could feel the temperature beginning to drop. I once again went with shorts, and half fingered gloves but I was glad for my vest and long-sleeved shirt. One of these days it will be hot as blazes and I will need my insulated water bottle to help keep my water cool. Those will be good days.
And here’s a shot of the mixed use path on Route 234, near the Meadows Farm Nursery.
But of course what you are really wondering about is if I disassembled the BEARD. The answer is yes. On a relatively warm day, I didn’t miss it very much. We’ll see what happens as the temperature drops about 30 degrees today!