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November 12, 2019
The Coosawhatchie River
I've been down to the Congaree River and the Saluda River in Columbia, South Carolina. I've seen some unusual names in the four weeks I've been here.
When I was riding down to Florida, I passed a lot of signs that were sort of questionable. But then, when I saw the Coosawhatchie River in southern South Carolina, I was like..."oh come on...now you're just making things up. There's no way that's really the river's true name". But, sure enough, there is a Coosawhatchie River. Go figure.
I like eating at Zaxby's, which we don't have in Colorado. If you google them, they say there's one in Denver, but it's in Denver, Tennessee, if you can believe it.
There's cannon-ball strikes on the State Capitol, marked by blue colored tiles. Much of the city was burned by the Yankees under Sherman in the civil war.
It's hard to imagine that there's anything worse in life than living in a Motel 6. It's like the 7th level of hell. Last night, the two in the room above me were fighting tooth and nail and we had to call the police on them. Twice.
Now, someone is up there re-arranging the furniture. Like...it's a freaking motel room. How about you leave the furniture where it is?
The problem with the No-Tell Motel is that it has 3 floors, and the top floor is for smokers. So, I can't get a room on the 3rd floor unless I want a room that smells like an ash tray.
So, I'm resigned to the 2nd floor, which means that there's perpetually some meth-addict up there rearranging the furniture, or flogging his girlfriend.
So they're rearranging the furniture and I'm banging on the ceiling with my motorcycle helmet. Now, mind you, this is my white helmet. Not my blue one. The blue one looks like a grinding stone was applied to the face of it from when the deer hit me on July 5th.
The white one looks much better. It's a little too large for me, but it's good enough for government work.
It rained on me pretty good today on the ride from work (1600 Hampton Street) to the No-Tell Motel (1776 Burning Tree Road).
Eventually, I memorized the password to the WiFi (sc29210). And I learned that my room was 224. I began to scan the stores for food that we can't get in Colorado. Needless to say, I wasn't disappointed.
So I've got all of my motorcycle gear spread out across the Motel 6 room, trying desperately to get everything dried out before I have to get on the bike again. It's supposed to be very cold tomorrow, and no one wants to be riding a motorcycle when it's cold and wet. Gives me flashbacks to the Dalton Highway.
At some point, I decide I'm going to starve if I don't get something to eat. So I walk across the street from my Motel 6 at 1776 Burning Tree Road to a gas station and they don't really have anything I want and the girl behind the counter there sends me to Nick's across the street. So I roll up there on my bike and the place is not very busy, but their food is to die for.
Nick's Gyros and Grill. 780 St Andrews Rd, Columbia, SC.
I think I spent about $8.00 and had more food than I could eat and had to walk out and bring home about 1/2 of my meal. I went back and told the girl across the street at the gas station "thanks" for sending me to Nick's. Like...Zaxby's is a big chain and I like their food. But now it's time to start branching out and eating at some of the more local establishments, it seems.
Posted by Rob Kiser on November 12, 2019 at 12:09 PM
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