Kept on 95 South, stopping for a bite and some gas in North Carolina. Where I first got gas was pretty desolate. The pumps were very old and everyone that kept pulling up to the station were listening to Mexican Polka music.
Just outside of South Carolina I could see the sky changing. It looked like a tiny storm system that was about to pass over from the south and west, so I pressed on trying to beat it. I ended up beating that one, but there was a much larger storm further south. I parked under a bridge and slipped on my rain gear as quickly as I could, but the rain started accumulating so fast that huge puddles formed by the underpass so me and the bike got soaked.
I kept riding, and although the storm initially got better, it then took a turn for the worse. It rained buckets and at some points I got pelted with hail. I stopped near South of the Border (Fort Pedro) at some cheap no-tell motel, drying my gear as best I could. There were tons of signs advertising this great South of the Border place, but it ended up looking dumpier than the fake Mexico in Story Land. I can't really believe they're able to advertise the way they do, with the borderline racist signs, but I'm a stranger in a strange land.
I stayed put for a couple of hours at the motel and the rain eventually cleared up. The lady running the motel was a little confused that I was leaving so soon, so maybe they don't do a lot of by the hour business. As a precautionary measure I kept the raingear on, but was able to take it off the next time I got gas.
I pushed on through and made it just north of Savannah, Georgia after dusk. I saw an advert for a Mexican place that does delivery, and I jokingly asked if they'd deliver margaritas. They said they certainly would, so, not only was I eating enchiladas, but I was sipping on a Don Julio margarita out of a styrofoam cup. Not a bad end to the day.
I don't have much further to go to reach Jacksonville. I don't have a stereo on the bike, so I've had a ton of different songs in my head, and "The Hounds" has been coming up a lot frequently.
If you liked that place, you'll LOVE Wall Drug in South (or North?) Dakota. Veerryy classy. And I know you're into classy joints, whether it be for burgers, or ..... :)
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