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 s
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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