We pulled out of Ocean Isle Beach much later than expected last evening. The attendant at the OIB McDonald's drive through stared at the fork-mounted bike atop the car, pondered for a moment and said, "I love your bike. But how do you ride it with one wheel?" Later, around midnight, the policeman at a local license checkpoint asked, "What'dya do, hit a bicyclist or sumpin?" Go figure. Only in the South. It was a quiet, peaceful, late-night drive through country highways and old backroads shortcuts. I used the high beams more last night than I have in the past six years.
It's been a low-key day on the farm. I mostly stayed inside out of the 96-degree heat and read, completing both The Missional Church and Practicing Greatness. The latter was a quick, interesting read that I paid particular attention to given the author will be this summer's course instructor.
The heat is supposed to subside a bit over the weekend so I have one less excuse not to participate in the organized bike ride Saturday at Lake Norman. I haven't asked my bike about her interest. I am surprised she hasn't rebelled, what with being bolted to the top of the car for 1400 miles of interstate driving and sandblasted at the beach. But she's been pretty compliant thus far. Good natured, she is.
I was surprised that my younger brother has a weekend off of training in Washington and will drive down tomorrow evening. Some more unexpected time with his family will be a treat.
I have sneaked away this evening to my older brother's house for some computer time. We are lucky on the farm to have phone service, much less dial-up computer service. No cell service there in the valley either. Sort of nice being disconnected.
Thanks for the travel prayers. They, together with God's angels, have seen us safely over this segment of our travels.
Once again....Blessings.
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