after a quick detour in duke (for a cycling race, chump change), we were off to a good start. Me stephan bunder and xtian took to the streets on our bikes. We geared up and started out from Kyles place, xtians friend who lives in north raleigh. With bunder as our fearless leader/mapper we trekked through the heart of north carolina. It's true Dixie country out here to the max with more bible buildings that gas stations. After enduring periods of sideways rain/hail, a hobo, and couple of dog attacks, we finally decided to unsaddle at a small raunchy town called Stedman, NC. There is nothing here, besides a church and a drug store. No beer at the gas station either, so we just hunkered down in a baseball dug out behind an elementary school. And it's only 9pm.
"there are Yankees, and there are damn Yankees..." - wise words of a old dude outside of gas station shootin the shit
next day, woke up at six just about when the primary school kids were getting dropped off. Like a clan of hobos we rolled out of the baseball dugout from the back of the school. Off on the back roads of nc we rolled through large plots of swiny farms. Now I finally see why there are more pigs than people in this state. After cranking through 70 miles we stopped in a small town a mile from the nc sc state border for some grub. Six dollar buffet for the best southern cooking I have ever experienced. Southern folk are so nice and hospitable, it's so easy to fall in love with the heartwarming southern twang.
114 miles later, we have arrived in myrtle beach
i leave you with a picture of brian's questionable touring wardrobe
