The backroads.. reasons
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I travel the back roads for several reasons:
My RV, although very trustworthy, is a little aging, an 89' no spring chick for sure, so the top speed on a flat surface would be 50-55 mph, throw in a few hills...your looking at 45-50 max... so, I prefer smaller roads, because I don't have to deal with people hauling rear who are thinking... geez this is a freeway for crying out loud...move that hunk of... well anyway you get my point. On small roads I do have to pull over occasionaly to let cars pass, but there are also tractors driving on these roads so, people are a little more understanding.
Highways have been bought and sold to the highest bidder, in other words.. miles and miles of roadway and they all look the same... Chain fast-food of all shapes and prepackaged sizes, and when I travel these roads I have been known to dabble in the plastic food arena.
When traveling the backroads you get to meet awesome people...
Take for instance Ray. I met Ray at a famer's market outside Whiteville Tennessee. He was a man of 50ish age, a grey beard, wore wire-rimmed glasses that encircled his friendly blue eyes and a tee shirt referencing something biblical...
Ray was a potter and had quite a great assortment of clay works that he had produced. The one I liked most was a little pot that has the word JOY on it...he was most gracious, said he is still learning to do pottery and that one day he would like to open a shop in Murphy, North Carolina, next to some white water rivers.
Ray offered extensive help with locating the best place to get where I was going, telling me detours that I should take and road construction too. He sent me on my way with a complimentary bottle of Anderson's Apple Cider, from a local orchard, and his business card in case I ran into trouble within a reasonable distance. Kindness, utter kindness... I wanted to give him something, but not knowing what I just gave him a huge smile... he seemed to like that just fine.
Now, I doubt I would have met a man like Ray on the interstate...