A flat and a splat was how the day started and finished for Charles. A flat tire at the very beginning of the day, which might have been a terrible ordeal in the Georgia sun had Charlie not expertly changed tires with no assistance necessary at all from Ed, getting back on the road in a hot second.
(Shhhhhhh, Ed is asleep).
The middle of the day was, to quote a local, "long, hot and boring." The Georgia coast is not unlike the photo below labeled Georgia, and while we're on the subject of photos, it should be pointed out that Charlie was hoping he'd be sweatier in the bridge ices before road picture, to create a better juxtaposition. These signs have been taunting us all trip.
Florida, the sunshine state, could not come soon enough, and when it finally did, it promptly began to thunderstorm, so much so that an intimidating band of motorcyclists struck out whooping into the storm from a gas station, only to pull an immediate about face and return to the safety of the awning, where the two of us sat laughing.Pictures to follow. As with all bikers, they proved the nicest guys in the world, despite helmet masks painted with human skulls.
After the storm, we made our way to Ferdinandia Beach, which begins our final leg of the trip, down route A1A. After a relationship with 17 that could best be described as rocky, we hope to have smooth sailing the rest of the way.
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