After a pretty long ride straight through Arkansas, I wanted to hopefully pick up a few twisty backroads so I hung a right and ended up in Kimmswick. As I was rolling through, I saw the old truck in the background as well as a sign for a bike shop and figured I'd pull in. Unfortunately, the shop was closed, and just as I was about to pull away, Brian pulled in with a bike in his trailer that he needed safetied. He was surprised that I wasn't "packing" despite my plans to visit St. Louis, and when I asked him if he was, his response was "more than one." I told him that I couldn't imagine a life where I always felt I had to carry a gun with me, and he told me he couldn't imagine living in a place where that wasn't allowed.