February 08, 1998

THE STOP

It was a cool morning. A brisk headwind brought the temperature down into the 30's while I was riding through The Francis Marion National Forest north of Charleston, South Carolina. Near McClemsonville, SC on U.S. 17/201, I had to stop to put a sweatshirt on.

Right before I got back on the highway's shoulder to head out again, a pick-up truck stopped and pulled off the road behind me. The driver got out and yelled at me that he wanted to talk. I found out that he had ridden from San Diego, Ca. to St. Augustine, Fla. last Spring. After about ten minutes of talking, he slipped a twenty dollar bill in my hand before he got back into his truck.