Main Street Cafe in Groton, MA. (In keeping with the New England tradition of weird pronunciations, Groton rhymes with rotten.)
Many people chat with us. It also seems that half of the cyclists who talk with us have ridden across the country. Obviously this is a sampling problem, but nonetheless, it's strange.
The grey-haired fellow in the picture rode across the southern United States. While crossing Louisiana on an extremely hot day, a fellow in a truck stopped and offered him a ride: "I'll take you wherever you are going." "I'm going to Florida," said the rider. "Florida, Louisiana?" said the driver.
