One story

There is a light mist, just enough to be annoying. I was at the end of a long day and my hotel was half a mile up the road when all of a sudden I hear “WHOOP! WHOOP!” from the state patrol car right behind me. I stopped, of course, and as the drizzle dripped from my helmet visor, I asked the approaching officer how could I help her? She said that they had gotten calls on me from all kinds of people and she was just checking. She said “you do look like you know what you’re doing. But we have to check.”

“License, please, and your Social Security number.” And with that she went back to her nice dry car leaving me standing there with drizzle dripping off of my helmet visor. I stood there for a few minutes before she finally brought my license back and asked me if I lived around here. I said no I’m on a tour of the Mississippi.

“Well have a nice night and a good trip.“

Thus ended one of the most bizarre encounters I have ever had on any tour and I’ve been doing this for 40 damn years.