Last week, I took the bus from Little Rock to DC. The very first stop was a short one about 15 miles short of the Arkansas/Tennessee border. In the 15 minute stop, I enjoyed a soft taco and then went to the Pilot store for a seltzer. They had it, but more amazingly, out of the corner of my eye, I found leather gloves with a fleece lining. I have been looking for a pair for years. They keep my hands warm where bicycling-oriented gloves fail. So now I know where to find the gloves I need; at a truck stop.