19 July 2007

Still threatening me with rain, although I'm not sure I'm buying it. But I prepare, nonetheless, and load up the bike for another day.

It's not too hot starting out, although it is muggy. Pretty soon I cross into South Carolina, and am cautious about speed. (All those stories about good ol' southern sherriffs, you know.) When the tank starts counting down the miles, I start thinking about how far I'm willing to push. Seems there's a little town about every ten miles, so I should be OK. I'm at 25 to go, and there's a gas station, but no card reader on the pump, so I figure "next town." Naturally, there isn't one, and I'm starting to worry, especially as the numbers count down to 12. But finally, there's a town, and a gas station, and I fill up. (It only takes 5.75 gallons. More gas left, better calibrated pump, what?)

The day's heating up, but I'm cool...

Somehow I end up back on I-95 again, with its signs for "South of the Border." More than 100 miles on interstates again, today.

Got to Cheryl & Joe's address, parked the bike and knocked on the door. A cute blonde answered, looking at me strangely. "Cheryl?" "Yes..." "Boyd said I should surprise you." Needless to say, I did. So she invited me in, asked what she could do for me (after we'd taken care of the amenities, which included her asking me to please stay at least until Joe got home). I said I really wanted to change my oil, so she called Joe and he said he'd bring home the stuff I wanted. So we found a drain pan, and I drained it and pulled the filter, and when Joe came home with the oil, put the new stuff in. That's a relief; I'm not pushing it at 6K+, but I don't want to go much over if I don't have to. Buttoned it all back up, and we went in to dinner.

Entertainment is computers, rather than TV. I'm OK with that!

States: Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina.
367 GPS miles (6389 total), 55.7 moving average, 79.4 max.States: Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina.
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