Friday, July 19th There is some excellent riding in the hill country of Texas and I tried to plan my route to drink in as much of it as I could. The surfaces were a bit rough and unpredictable, which slowed me down a little bit, but is was wonderful riding. Speaking of riding, in one of the towns I passed through, I had an unfortunate interaction with a truck. He rolled right through a stop sign. I’ve had hundreds of these types of experiences on my journey, but now that I have the dash cam, I can capture them. This illustrates a central point to riding a motorcycle: It is not enough to not make mistakes. An average rider never makes mistakes. A good rider puts him/herself in a good position to react to other driver’s mistakes. A great rider anticipates other driver’s mistakes and adjusts before the mistake has even been made. I knew I was blocked from the driver’s view by the frame of the truck. If he had come to a stop, he would have seen me, but instead he rolled on through. I was on the brakes almost as soon as the truck came into view, so it was a non-issue. Still, it was a good reminder of how quickly things can turn dangerous on two wheels. The town of Lamesa, TX had free camping in their city park, which was much appreciated. I had a productive evening of writing and a sufficient amount of sleep.