It’s day 9, and I’m at the northern tip of North Carolina.
While we were in SC, we met a ex-marine preacher traveling from Daytona, FL to somewhere in TN. He was traveling 60-100 miles/day on a Walmart-special Mongoose with a milk crate zip-tied behind the seat, a single bottle of water, and no helmet. . . . → Read More: Day #9
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