Rain

It rained.

"What should I do? What Should I DO?"

I kept saying this to myself for 7 hours on bike until I reached little Rock.

Chusok- Korean Thanksgiving.

Today's Korean Thanksgiving.

I had BLT sandwich at Subway's.

I called home. My father told me that , as usual, my whole family gathered together at my uncle's and had lots of fun.

It was akward. They're having lots of fun while I paddle to death somewhere in USA.

Maybe that's life.

"Blacks"

Distance: 65miles

Weather: sunny, 65~79F

Difficulty: moderate

There are lots of Afro-Americans in Georgia.
In retrospect, I’ve had lots of stereotypes on Afro-Americans. I’m very ashamed of this fact but I have to admit that most of these stereotypes were negative.
The only Afro Americans I knew before I was drafted to the military were either basketball players, rapper, gangster or somebody from the Cosby Show.
I didn’t believe in Bill Cosby’s intelligence even though he was a “doctor”, because I knew it was a show and thus fictional. But I wasn’t intelligent enough to find out that what the Afro American rappers did was also fictional.

I’ve met many0 Afro- Americans on my way here. I was scared first. They didn’t seem to be talkative.
Then I found out that Afro Americans don’t talk to strangers very often. Howeever, when I started a conversation first in a bar or in a restaurant, they became friendly and started talking to me as if I was a close friend of his. Just like Mike I talked to today. He was silent first, but by the time I left the bar, I knew all about his children, uncles, nephews,what he did in 1976, 1984 etc.

While I write this now, I realize, it is very hard to get rid of the prejudice on other races. I don’t know if any of my friends can do this while they watch TV in Korea. It took me 2000miles.

Bicycle Accident

I was riding bicycle in a small town in Alabama. A big Truck passed by and I fell.

But some nice Americans working in a beauty shop helped me with the first aid kit.

I love the warm heart of the Deep South.

Rednecks

All day long, sitting on the saddle of my bicycle, I've been thinking about what i think of when i cycle.

Right before i arrived here, I figured out that when I cycle, I think of Swedish women playing beach volleyball in Florida. This thought motivates me. A lot.


Kevin, who repaired my bicycle in Memphis, told me some of the ‘Redneck jokes’.

“Hey, Izaka, do you know any‘redneck’ jokes?”
“What’s that?”
“It goes like, “If you let your 14 year old daughter smoke in front of her 4 children, you might be a red-neck”
“I don’t get it. And I don’t think it’s funny. Who are rednecks?”
“They are people who live in the Deep South. They are usually poor, not hygienic, and have bad teeth”
And he told me somemore redneck joke:

‘if you’ve ever stared at an orange juice more than 5 minutes because it said ‘concentrate’, you might be a red neck’. I think that one was really funny.

Kevin changed my itinerary. My original plan was to go to St. Louis to get back on the ‘Mother Road’ and going to the East through Chicago, Detroit. But after I was told the jokes, I wanted to go to the ‘Deep Southern States’ - Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia.

It was in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. 4 old trucks were parked in the dusty parking lot. The restaurant may accommodate around 50 people. When I got there, it was about 4 O’clock and 7~8 people were sitting around, either watching TV or doing nothing.

I wanted to ask for direction to Birmingham. Jim, who was one of the servers and the owner of the restaurant drew a map and showed me the direction.

He asked me why I came to such a small town in Alabama.

“I came here to meet the rednecks. I heard they are pretty odd people.”

The entire restaurant became dead silent. I could feel that people were listening to what I was telling Jim. It seemed like Jim couldn’t believe what he just heard.
After a few seconds were passed by, Jim started laughing. And the whole crowd laughed hard. I didn’t know why.

“Izaka, we’re all rednecks here,haha”

He didn’t charge me anything for the sandwich and the soda. In addition to that, he gave me a yellow T-shirt, where it was printed "Keep Alabama beautiful".

Now, I know what a redneck is. I think I could have offended many people there, If I didn’t keep my serious face. They knew I wasn’t joking, and forgave me.



Oh, I love the Rednecks.

(these pictures have nothing to do with 'rednecks')

Dog

There's something I really don't understand about the people in the South.

Why is it that the Southern people never have their dogs on leashes.

People in the "deep south" seem to enjoy their unleashed dogs chasing a stupid cyclist with a big Afro from Deep Asia.