Monday, March 1, 2010
Yesterday I waved down a pick-up at a dirt track cross roads for some help with directions. I could clearly see a hand gun on the passenger seat. He was a helpful but nervous guy. "You need to watch yourself round these parts. Them hills are full of drug smugglers." But he gave excellent directions and even offered to chuck the bike in the back of the pick-up and give me a lift to where I wished to go.