I felt at this point that i'd attained my goal and the rest of the bike trip was kind of a bonus. I have to admit thats a bit strange, because when I set off riding from LA I had not planned to ride from the West to East Coast. Plan 'A' had been to ride as far as New Orleans and then start heading north from there via Memphis to Nashville. Coast to Coast had never been part of the plan, but as I rode and plotted my route on the map the East coast began to beckon. Having riden so far east, it seemed like a logical and increasingly undenyable destination.

So now, having looked out at the Atlantic Ocean I was going to begin the trip northwards, ultimately to Nashville to drop off the bike. But between here and there lay 5 more days, some very cool cities and a LOT of miles. Todays ride would continue up the east coast of Georgia to Savannah before joining the freeway into Atlanta.

The two downsides of hitting Atlanta were: 1) that the weather became increasingly cold and 2) I arrived in Atlanta, a car jammed city at the best of times, around 5:30pm just in time to enjoy their 6 lane gridlocked, indicator free, random lane changing, RUSH HOUR! Not a lot of fun.

I actually ended up getting off the freeway at the wrong exit and then really struggled to find any way back on again as I got lost in the one-way system. So it was later than expected when I finally found the hostel. I arrived cold and traffic stressed, but the hostel was a good choice - friendly staff, warm and a great central location. A very pleasant change from some of the faceless Motels i'd been using along the way.