I was enjoying my ride so much that I didn't notice that I was running dangerously low on fuel. The nearest gas station was in a small hamlet called Pittsview, and this father and son arrived to eat some lunch as I was filling up. To be honest I didn't understand half of what they were saying, their accents were so thick yet we still managed some friendly goodbyes and I was back on the road.
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