You have probably heard about big Southern families, and I am a part of one. I am one of four kids, and rarely do two days pass where I don't talk to my mom, dad, sisters, or brother. Well, last fall my cousin Anne announced she was getting married in St. Augustine in May. My son and husband said they would rather have their eyes gouged out with a spork than spend a whole weekend being sociable, and I decided I would rather have my eyes gouged out with a spork than have to deal with them if I made them go. So it was down to me and my 17 year old daughter. The first words out of her mouth after the decision was made were "Can we take Lloyd?" Lloyd is my scooter.
I've only been riding about a year and a half, and she had never ridden at all. OK - time for some learning. Her daddy took her out for her first ride, and then we practiced.
Thursday we left from my school (I'm and elementary school librarian) about 2:00 and rode down toward South GA. I decided to take 2 days to get down. Four hundred plus miles would be a long day for me, for her it would have been really hard. The first part of the trip went well. Lots of roads like this
You see some odd things rolling around in the rural south.
This giant KFC bucket was like 30 minutes from anywhere - the only other businiess is the convenience store you can see in the background. That means someone went to a considerable amount of effort to haul this out into the middle of nowhere. There has to be a story here. It probably involves beer.
Now we get to the not so great part. I was trying to avoid the interstate. Riding 2up on a 500cc scooter I feel a little underpowered for interstate trips. So I was going from town to town on the GPS. At some point in the past, apparently my GPS had a problem with smoking a crack pipe. Either that, or there is a button in there somewhere that I have clicked that says "tour the hood looking for a dealer". When you put it in charge, you will go through every bad neighborhood and housing project in every town. Not even kidding. My favorite was when it routed me through the interior roads of a project in Rockmart. Apparently decided that the hood in Rockmart wasn't intimidating enough, the next step was to route me south to Jonesboro by taking me 20 miles north into the Atlanta neighborhood near the airport. When it started routing me into bad neighborhoods there, I said forget it and just got on the interstate. It was perfect timing. Traffic was light, and we had a plane go over us on the runway over 285 (picture after it was off to the side)
Judging by the excited wiggling, I think she liked the tunnel under the runway too
South GA is, ummm, interesting to drive through. The riding isn't interesting. It is flat, straight, and has lots of construction.
It is peanut country, home to President Carter.
When we stopped for gas Goose (we call my daughter Goose, long story) had an observation
"Mom, I'm glad we aren't staying in Andersonville - apparently you get off the interstate and go right and go straight into the den of iniquity." She got a picture of this billboard
There was also the "Love Stuff" store that offered free coffee and pet waiting area. And the "Strippers - need we say more?" billboard that also advertised that they opened at noon. Oddly enough, my 17 year old was most concerned about the opening at noon and pet waiting. Apparently pet-waiting and coffee conjured visions of geriatic adult superstore shoppers that were waaay to much for a 17 year old to think about, and the opening at noon was just incomprehensible - why would anyone want to do something like that first thing in the morning (that is first thing in the morning in her world.) Apparently there isn't much to do in South GA, so they occupy themselves with what is available. Day One ended in Perry at a chain hotel
I'll work on another day in a minute.