What do you get when you put a Russian journalist, who lives in South Africa, on the Mother Road of America? The answer, evidently, is a screenplay — with hopes for the script’s eventual projection onto the silver screen.
I felt totally weаk, trail turned from paved into graveled, and I wasn’t going to make it as any slight uphill would kill me. I cycled to the nearest road and stopped a car. This time a quite reasonable question from driver, where I’m going, irritated me a lot, and I just hissed from my last strength – “out of here!”
I pressed the button on the R40 bridge, yellow light started flashing for drivers to keep in mind, that a bicycle was crossing the bridge, and cycled into McDonald’s on another side. I needed to mark libraries on my map ahead, because thunderstorm was coming in a few hours. It came earlier, and I’ve got a ride to the library from… a Weather Guard!