Day 2
GEORGIA

South Georgia. Warm weather, clear skies, fast asphalt. Georgia has perfect highways.

I passed several "last chance peaches" roadside stands until I could resist the temptation of a native-grown Georgia peach no more.

Rolling over, I stopped and got off, my back popping like automatic weapon fire after 11 hours of non-stop running.

"How many ya want, sonny?" the old man asked from behind the counter, which was a door thrown over two sawhorses.

"One."

"Just one? You sure? It's been a good year and these here peaches is mighty fine."

"OK, two."

"Just two? You sure? It's been a good year and …"

"One," I said, not caring for his hard-sell tactics.

"Two it is," the man said, grinning as he wrapped up two huge peaches.

"How much?" I asked, pulling out a roll of cash.

"Nothing," the man said, smiling again.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Don't I look sure?" he asked.

I shrugged and took the peaches. They were incredible.

The old man's daughter of about 20 watched me as I ate the juicy peaches. She was trashy, dumb and very well built.

"You build that bike?" she asked, lust in her eyes.

"Bro in California built it," I said, watching her, wondering what she would look like in her essence.

"You ride that from Florida?" she asked.

"Miami Beach."

"Ain't never been to Miami Beach."

"It's nice."

"You like my peaches?" she asked coyly.

"Sure do," I said. The old man's smile faded.

"They got a beach in Miami Beach?" she asked.

"Got a good one."

"Lots of girls there in bikinis?"

"Lots of girls there in bikini bottoms. South Beach is topless."

"My goodness," the old man mumbled.

"Really?" the girl asked with interest.

"Yep," I said, biting into the new peach, peach juice running down my chin and dripping into my leather vest.

"Bet that's pretty nice for you," she said, smiling, revealing dueling rows of perfect southern belle teeth.

"Pretty decent," I said.

"If I come down there, could I go without my top?" she asked.

"If you come down," I said.

"We need more peaches," the old man growled to his daughter.

The gal got up and reluctantly walked out the back door to get more baskets of peaches.

"Much obliged," I said.