I rode my new bike today with a small group, total of 3 of us - 35 miles of cow pastures and countryside along the Chattooga River (I'm told it's NOT the same Chattooga river that Deliverance was filmed on, that there's another Chattooga River on the other side of the state but whatever, if I hear banjos I'm pedaling faster, thanks).

Speaking of banjos, we did stop at a quick mart of sorts today. I asked to use the bathroom and the greasy guy behind the counter was muttering to himself and says "I guess you can use the one upstairs" - talk about CREEPY PLACES! Dark staircase, two gross looking mattresses on top of icky carpet... Then while I'm in there, he comes up the stairs and says I'd have to turn the water on in order to flush (mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter back down the stairs). Since he muttered so much, I couldn't tell if he wanted me to turn it on from the little spicket under the toilet or that HE would have to turn the water on! I go back downstairs, and he doesn't look at me, just mutter mutter mutter and definitely NOT complimentary muttering.

Next time, I'm knocking on a farmhouse door. Or peeing in the woods somewhere.