In another place, that's true. Down on the Delta, I didn't encounter any traffic or people who would have owned a motorcycle. I got gas in Crenshaw. This is what it looks like pointed north on highway 3. I need to explore it more, especially the food. My gas stop was just out of the picture to the right. Ethanol free! I never saw a motorcycle on my 150 mile jaunt. Mostly, I encountered very few cars. As it turns out, riding a motorcycle around here isn't bad at all. There's a lot of variety. Three hour can have me in the Ozarks. Last stop, on my way home, I picked up some dinner. It's a trailer about a mile and a half from my house. Yum!