3 miles before 11am. But as Chris Trippe put it the moment I met him, “ridin’ slow sure beats walkin’ fast”. I’m finally jumping on the 442 mile long National Parkway to Nashville thanks to Trippe’s Western Auto in Natchez. Got me a new spoke, cleaned the Sojourn up a bit and made myself a new friend in Chris. Great conversations with a great dude. I could n’t thank him enough.
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