In Clarksville, TN
I was on my way from Colorado Springs to East TN on my CB350. In full gear, in May. I'd just been through a particularly unpleasant stretch of something resembling a highway, which I was trying hard to avoid, because, well, CB350.
I'm at a gas station, I think I've already filled my tank, and I'm trying to rehydrate before setting off. A woman pulls up to the pump behind me in a beat-up Nissan, gets out, and asks: "Are you going to the beach?"
Me: "What? The beach? No? Why would you think that?"
Her: "Well, you're from Colorado..."