Between leaving Atlanta and Macon, we managed to pass at least three distinct speed traps.  Fortunately, being attuned to the mindset of a cop, it avoided us being in those positions where traffic enforcement officials target speeders.  From Macon to Valdosta, we found a VW Beatle that acted as a fairly decent pace car.

The first clue Macon was different... pink water.  Freaky.	And then the battle of the bibles began.  The First Baptist Church of Macon.	Followed immediately by the First Baptist Church, just around the corner.
And another First Baptist Church	Of course, the Methodists also weighed into this title match, just to keep things competitive.	Where would we be without some Lutheran representation?
Not a church, but I was beginning to think it was (just a post office, actually).	Not clear what this place was, but what it wasn't was a church - good enough for my purposes.