September 3rd

Got in to Atlanta at 1am Thursday morning.

So I got from Buffalo, WY to Atlanta in 2 days. Thats 1800 miles in 2 days.

I was going nearly insane at the end. My rear tire was bald, there were cops everywhere and my right eye was drooping from exhaustion. I was as hungry as hell but would not let myself stop for anything other than just gas.

Got up and everything seemed fine. Carried on south through Iowa towards Kansas City then all hell let loose with the weather - high winds and mad rain.

So what did I do?

Rushed to IHOP of course and had a stack of pancakes.

I felt alot better coming out even though it was still raining and decided to carry on as long as I could. This was tough and the side winds were pushing me all over the place. I could see RV's and trailers almost getting pushed onto two wheels and off the road. It was nasty.

However my stubborn streak kept me going for the rest of the day. Stopped in St Louis for a Starbucks and went to order some coffee from some young lady there. She asked me what I wanted and I told her 'something strong enough to get me to Atlanta'. So she made me a coffee with seven shots of expresso and didn't charge me a penny! Cool people!

One of the major goals to hit was Nashville and I got there late afternoon.

Then it was onto Chatanooga.

By that time I had all kinds of worries as my rear tire was almost completely bald and it was late night. My clear visor had melted slightly when I put cleaning chemicals on it so I could hardly see. I was also getting a bit mental, worrying that I would get 99% of the way home then crash. I would fill up, get on the highway following the correct signs and STILL would think I am going the wrong way. I guess I had a long day and I was mentally shot.

Anyway I got back home and went to bed as soon as I could!