Last night I got to Georgiana, Alabama. Home of country legend Hank Williams. Getting into town, I wasn't sure if I'd ride right by, or stop in. Thought I'd have a quick look, and it was getting late, so I decided to stay the night. As I stopped riding, I could see a house having a fire and music. Kept walking, by a dilapidated old gas station. A cop car pulled over. Rolled down the window. Yes? OK. Rolled up the window. I went on, found a place to camp, by the side of the highway. Not much place else, with all the overgrowth of greenery.
Next morning, went to the Hank Williams house. Walked on, came across a hospital. Chatted a bit with some friendly locals. Found out about a cafe, and went. Ordered some biscuits and toppings. They were out of biscuits. Huh? Got some toast instead. Did some editing. Two chapters of Astrotripping.
While in the cafe editing, a couple of cops came in. The people at the booth behind me made some snide remarks about messing with the cops. The cops left.
After editing, I chatted a bit with an older lady, who was interested in my travels. Was going to get another bite to eat before leaving, when the two cops came back in. They came up to me, and asked me to leave. Huh? Felt like the movie Easy Rider. One of the cops, an older, shorter man, had really bad teeth, and smoked a cigarette after I left. The other one, who looked like he may have been the first one's son, looked seventeen or eighteen. Small towns, fun times.
Rode on, got to Greenville. Wasn't sure if I'd ride right by, or stop in. Thought I'd grab a bite to eat. As I rolled into a chicken wings place, it started to rain. Now pouring down heavily. I'm writing this in the outdoor-only seating, under a metal roof, as some Alabamans wait for some chicken. I'll have a bite to eat after.
Rock & Roll & Country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)