Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be. Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning. 
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way.  No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be.

Don’t Ever Stop

Atlanta • Memphis • Oklahoma

So Chris from Athens gave me a ride into Atlanta which was a great help cause there’s no real public transportation for a bike there. I arranged for a Craigslist Rideshare out of Atlanta but she wasn’t leaving till the morning. Finding a hotel was a little tricky cause everything was pricey. Found a nice one for $60 & just went for it. I was pretty hell bent on getting to Austin as fast as possible so I jumped on any solution that worked. In the morning Erika, my ride, picked me up in a pick up truck along with her dog, Mavis, a very tiny Pitt Bull who fit in my lap the entire ride. Erika had been driving around the country working at music festivals & was now in her way to Northern California. We stopped for the night in Memphis at a commune called the Court House. They keep a sort of “open door policy” letting travelers crash on the couch. Very fun & nice folks talking & playing music all night long. In the morning we headed out again to get to Oklahoma City, where I was planning on catching the Amtrak all the way to Austin. We rolled in a but after 1:00am & Erika dropped me at the station. The doors were locked so I resorted to wandering around the area till the morning.
I lucked out & found an IHOP not too far so I had a rutty toody good time sipping on coffee & picking at a breakfast meal. I managed to get into the station with an hour before the departure so I rested on a bench. Finally the conductor showed up & I got the news. The train to Dallas doesn’t allow bikes. Panic sets in, plans shuffle through my head, get to the Greyhound station fast. To take the bus would be an extra hundred dollars & require deconstructing & boxing my bike. Hitchhike it is. I start off, having not slept a bit, to get to the south end of OKC to catch a south bound truck. It was a fair amount of time before I finally got a ride from Dwight. He took me 90 miles, about half the distance to Dallas. Unfortunately, the stop I was dropped at offered no rides. Once night fell I headed into an Indian Casino across the highway to waste some time & seek out possible rides. I had a fun time playing poker but not a ride was made available. Still without any sleep & growing restless being stuck in this accursed intersection I decided to bike the 30 miles or so into the next town in the pitch black highway with speeding trucks while I had minor hallucinations due to sleepless delirium. I rolled into a truck stop just horribly exhausted & sat/laid on the sidewalk slipping in & out of sleep. After about two hours of “resting” like this I started asking around or a ride. If I could get the 80 miles or so left to Dallas I could catch the Amtrak the rest of the way. No luck. After a full day of riding from gas station to gas station asking pick up trucks & standing on the side of the road with signs to no avail I headed to a bike shop, called for a rental car that I could leave in Austin & took a ride from a stranger in exchange for gas money to pick up the car. That was about it. I loaded up the car & rocketed south to Austin to see Devin & start whatever my next adventure would be.

Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys. Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys. Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys. Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys. Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys. Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun. 
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days. 
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys.

Southern Hospitality

Athens

It took all of maybe twenty minutes from walking in the door of a bar in downtown Athens to being offered a couch as a back up in case my planned couches didn’t work out, which was very lucky for me, because my plans DID fail. Ty, who tended bar at two downtown locations, was a generous host as well as an amazing tour guide. I was set up with a pull out couch at his place not too far of a walk from downtown. My whole experience in Athens, starting with Ty’s gracious offer was nothing but friendly and fun.
For my first day off the bike in town Ty guides me through the simple grid of the downtown area which is built on the north edge of the University of Georgia campus. We start with a vegetarian meal then go bar to bar to some of the stand outs among the horde of repetitious college bars. This is one of my favorite ways to waste a day in high spirits and in good moods we discover the joys of the unlimited access arcade. I have a love of old video games. I have put in my share of time in front of old home consuls. (So much so that my brain often sees the bike ride like a game with power bars as power ups and my legs having turbo buttons and so forth but all that should have its own entry.) we move quickly through the multiple rooms then head out to one more spot to be introduced to one more friend and grab food before Ty has to work. I finish the night off with Yuengling and talking to the very young night crowd before sauntering off in the dark, circling a few too many blocks till I find the indescribable comfort and joy that is a pull out couch. (I think all the time I’ve spent on these in my life has given them a special place in my heart and lower back.)
The following day I awake to a call from Mike Groves, an artist and the reason I was in Athens, and I rush myself down to meet him. We set up a time and I scurry out to waste a few hours till my appointment in the already familiar area around the historic Hot Corner. Chicken and Waffle sandwich for lunch at The World Famous, a blackberry milkshake to waste another hour on dessert at Clocked as recommended by Charlie the tasteful lady I met at the vintage shop. Then it was back to the arcade to REALLY burn through some time. Finally it was tattoo time. The now familiar process was a breeze and flew by with talks of old movies and games and fandom and fun. I met Ty for a drink with my taped up leg at another downtown bar. Ty slipped off to work and I intended to follow him shortly and maybe get some more of my money’s worth at that arcade but i never had a chance. Before I could even get out of the bar I was flooded with one after another fantastic, engaging individual that kept me glued to my seat like last scene of an episode of Game of Thrones, with the bartender Jules there to start the next episode by passing me a shot here and there. It was here that I met Chris who, sometime around 2:45am, offered me the ride to Atlanta I was going to be looking for. I left and met Ty and we walked home. I already felt like I had my own group of friends in Athens and I’d only been there two days.
I ha the plan of immersing myself into “Game Day” on Saturday. This is an event in the south where the whole town focuses on an watches a Sport match with great interest. I woke up late, couldn’t find a beer store and it started raining on me right before getting to campus so I headed back to the familiar territory I had been last night. Jules again! Hooray! It was like cheers for me. A full repeat of the day before’s characters while I hid from the heavy down pour. When the rain finally broke I visited Ty for a while then finally called it a night and headed back to crash. The next day would begin my journey to Texas via whatever means necessary. Athens began and ended with someone’s incredible kindness and was nothing but good fun in between. Great Job guys.

The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas. The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked  frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour.  Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day. 
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic. 
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early. 
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas.

The Final Count Down

Alandale • Augusta • Washington • Athens
September 15 - 18th
220 miles

I rode in the rain for a short while as I left Johns house following breakfast & photos. I was cutting the distance to Athens into four parts, each day a little shorter than the last. The first days ride was to be 80 miles back north to Alandale, a tour I picked at random for being half way to Augusta & large enough to have a hotel. Four different long stretches of road made up the majority. First a wide highway out of Hilton Head back towards Savannah. Then my route put me on a dirt (read; “sand”) road for a little over an hour as hunters passed me back & forth in trucks. Slightly startling to be caught by surprise by a young man on the side of the road with a shotgun in his hands. “Howdy.” Back on a paved road I took a un-trafficked frontage road until the last stretch of stressful highway. Dangerous roads call for high speeds & I made good time the rest of the way. I will note here that South Carolina, at least the routes I took, was some of the worst biking I have had this whole trip. In Alendale I found everything closed, got a run down cheap hotel room & ate a can of tuna. Ahh, the romance of the bike tour. Oh & looking up at the pictures I remembered, somewhere along the way I hit some loose gravel on a turn & went down on my arm. Nothing bad, but hand cuts are pretty lame cause I’ve got my hand on the bars all day.
I spent too much time in the morning cleaning, adjusting, & tuning my bike back to health after all the gravel roads had clogged gears & chains & rattled this & that loose. I back tracked a mile to get breakfast because there would be no stops for forty miles. In Augusta later that day I found James Brown, & the ride turned very urban. Highways & strip malls as it got dark. Reminded me of Los Angeles riding. No fun. Luckily, Chuck, another Warmshower’s host called & offered to drive me the last six miles of busy road. Chuck was an amazing host. He had made me dinner of chicken & veggies, we played ping pong before retiring to bed. I was welcomed to sleep past his work departure in the morning & he left me a route to ride for the next day. Fantastic.
The ride to Washington was short & easy, just as i wanted it, despite the reintroduction of hills which I hadn’t seem for two weeks. No shoulder the entire way unfortunately but in contrast to the bad roads, the drivers were mostly attentive & made plenty of space. Mostly. I stayed in the cheapest hotel in Washington & crashed early.
The last day riding into Athens was also easy & quick as planned. University of Georgia was my target to end the ride as there is a downtown area just north of it. I rolled up to a bar to sit down & figure out what I was going to do for the next two days until my task was complete. Athens was the last stop planned out & with little more than a week before I wanted to be in LA the remainder of the trip would be done as fast as possible by hitching rides & trains & busses & rickshaws & whatever will travel with all my belongings to Texas.

Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens. Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens. Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens. Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens. Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens. Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens.

Best Men

In Hilton Head I stayed with John, who was childhood friends with my grandfather & respectively were each others best men at their weddings. I was given fantastic meals & heard several stories from the past. I had one full day there & John drove me about the island with a quick tour. I swam in the Atlantic for the last time before turning west the following day. John had two sons who happened to be visiting at the same time so it was a busy house & son Bill cooked a fantastic dinner for the arrival of other son Tom. It was a fantastic little stop over on my ride & I was rested & ready to ride the final stretch into Georgia & to the last item on my to-do list in Athens.

The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island. The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles. 

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door. 
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep. 
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch. 
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island.

The Warmest of Showers

Swansboro • Wilmington • Myrtle Beach • Charleston
Sept 8 - 12th
So many miles.

You ever feel like you just don’t have time to think? Not me. Looking at things & thinking about stuff®™ is where I am a Viking. These are my two skills that I can do all day. Multitasking is difficult on a bike. I guess singing random old songs that pop into my head from who knows where is another one, but not as productive (no matter how much I try I can’t remember the second verse to that INXS song so it just becomes a loop). This freedom of thought is my daily freedom & swings violently from topic to topic. Happy memories, future plans, recent adventures, deep dark corners, shallow delights, the way things are & The Thing that Should Not Be. This time to think is met with acute contrast to the physical reality of my free time. Every minute of daylight spent not biking is a minute of biking tacked on to the end of the day. When I arrive at where ever it might be I’ll be sleeping I am faced with decisions on how to spend my time. Read? Write? Do I have sunlight? Shower? Wash clothes? Is there time to dry? Straight to bed? Do I have to make camp? Do I chat with my kind host? Do I have phone service? Every little choice is typically one that knocks out another. When I take a day off somewhere I need to enjoy where I am. The reality is I CAN do nothing but I built up my own stressors (like this internet blarg) which keep me busy. Not bringing a phone next trip.
When I set out from the hotel at Cedar Island, where I woke to Adam already gone & a good bye note, my thoughts were of my schedule, my time, & things I wanted. I was (am) breaking my own rule of letting the future get in the way of enjoying the present (Enjoy Your Burrito - Jonah Ray) but I foresaw miserable long ride days, mosquito bites, & not stopping for anything fun all leading up to me finishing in Austin simply to immediately board a plane. That’s no fun. There are two more things I must do before I finish. The first is at the bottom of South Carolina so I will hurry off to there. (I don’t know if this paragraph is conveying what i want but I’m gonna just go with it cause I’m so behind, even Guy Richie made Swept Away.) My thoughts & I make it to Swansboro, into a small bar, then sleep on the porch of said bar under the glow of the 24 hour McDonald’s next door.
The next evening I made it into Wilmington NC. I had found a place to stay that night, and the next three, using Warm Showers, an iPhone app which connects cyclists which I had used once before in Baltimore. Dylan opened his door provided me with a bed, a room, & a shower & later we went out for a few drinks & I got some dinner. I was easily convinced to stay an extra day (against that whole speed plan I had right?) when Dylan mentioned going to the beach. I got to surf at Carolina Beach switching off long and short boards with Dylan & his friend. After a lunch of fantastic sandwiches at Chops we relaxed through the rest of the day & I got a little writing done & great sleep.
The ride to Myrtle Beach alternated between uncomfortable highways & fabulous beach side bike lanes. I had lunch in Surf City at a 50’s diner. I got to John’s house in south Myrtle Beach & was met with dinner & drinks & fun. I had a great time & when John heard about my big riding days & rushed plans he offered a ride to Charleston which I accepted. Sleeping in was great & having the day off to rest my legs was a gift. In Charleston I made some phone calls then went into a bar to write a bit but instead spent the whole time talking to other patrons. That night I stayed at Bryon’s house but due to such a late arrival it was a bit of chatting, then off to bed on a fantastic gigantic couch.
In the morning I started the long ride out towards Hilton Head. Google maps is notorious for directing bikers onto the worst streets, private roads, ally’s, cliffs, ditches, ravines, dead ends, & black holes. Combine that with South Carolina’s apparent tendency to build only sand covered roads as alternatives to their highways & you have a horrible biking experience. I missed seeing my first gator after hoping a fence & riding a few miles of “private hunting road,” whatever that means. Once it started getting late (dark) it was time to throw in the towel so I accepted the ride I had been previously offered. John, my grandpa’s best man, an his son Bill came & picked me up for the last 25 miles of highway onto the delightful island.