Deja Vu in Georgia
I'm at the Tour de Georgia for my third consecutive year, and the mad dash across the state is bringing back so many memories. I keep finding myself on streetcorners that I have vague memories of from year's past. This is really an amazing event, and from my perspective a headlong hurtle across the state. We typically get to sleep after 1 am and wake before 7 am. In between we set up a T-shirt booth in the start city, I plaster the area with fliers about my book, then I sell-sell-sell, then we break everything down and I collect as many of my fliers as I can before jumping into the van to head for the finish. Our van has four passengers but only two seats, so I sit in a lawn chair in the back. A wall of merchandise in cardboard boxes sways around behind me and I have to push the boxes back from time to time. If it sounds to you like an accident waiting to happen, you probably have a good sense of things. Once we arrive in the finish city our booth is already set up by an advance crew, and then I sell-sell-sell again, and finally we tear things down, re-load the vans from our supply trucks, and then drive to the next start city. Exhausting, but fun!