You meet the coolest people on the road. I have yet to approach anybody, but at almost any stop, somebody with curiosity will approach me and ask some kind of question. It always puts a smile on my face and I know to get ready to settle in for awhile.

Here, Carl comes walking up to me, grinning, asking, "Do you think you have enough crap strapped to your bike!" Well all I can do is laugh back and make weak justifications. We're both yelling at each other because we're both half-deaf. He works in the oil industry, around compressors all day. He hands me his Texas-sized business card that's twice as big as a regular one. I should have known :lol3