Clipping along at 23 mph and then dark clouds decide to open up – HARD.
I decide to drift into a roadside restaurant, dodging the tarp outdoors to get inside.
Cindy Lauper is on the jukebox. I order cafe and scrambled eggs. The owner/chef is gruff. It was rather comical trying to get the word “scrambled” across for my order, though the eggs ended up done perfectly.
The sun is now out.
Time to buckle down and make time.
“Shaft” is on the jukebox as I leave. Can you dig it?
