Hilton Head Island - Charleston
06.11.2007 31 °C
Thursday June 14
Daily Miles: 325
Accumulated Miles: 5,200
Hilton Head Island
First stop was Hilton Head Island, SC. Busy place. The density of cars was brutal. The thought of riding the same highway on the return was more that I was willing to deal with. And as my dad use to say, “a person who has seen one island, has seen them all”. Sooooo, I did a u-turn and heading back to the interstate to Charleston.
Charleston, in my view, has a total different feel to it from Savannah. I motored through town and went to the area were the tourists spend their time. There was no end to stores and booths selling goods. I think Savannah spoiled it for me. Yuk – back to the interstate. Went south back towards Savannah and then west.
Metter, GA is about half way between Savannah and Macon, GA. The place is a spot on the interstate. Stopped at the DQ before going to the room for a Blizzard. Gave the young DQ gal my flavor preference and paid. As an after thought, after I paid, I wanted to change the flavor. The sweet young thing told me I could not change the flavor now because the order was already entered into the computer. I then watched her go the counter where the flavors were all lined up like ducks in a row and select a container. I guess she was unable to pick another container because that would have been against the DQ rules. WOW, talk about rigid. The deal breaker was when I asked for a glass of drinking water and she wanted to know what size. Knowing were this was going, I asked her to show me the available sizes. The size I wanted was twenty-one cents. My response was, “let me think on it.’
This was a banner day – the trip meter rolled over 5,000 miles today. That translates to well over 100 hours of riding time since the start of the trip. I am amazed my butt is not really sore, but so far so good.
Tomorrow on to Macon. Cory is shipping me a GPS unit to the Macon UPS Center. Knowing where I am and where I want to go has been a major hassle, especially when trying to find my way through cities or looking for a specific motel. Many times I stop to ask for directions (Yes, I do ask for directions) and that usually entails turning off the motorcycle, taking off my helmet and getting off the bike. A very time consuming stressful process.