Day started with the usual camper morning routine: wake up, shower, oatmeal, packing, leaving. The guy that had parked his car (and slept in it) on the tent site besides me at night – and then moved to the following site after I started my little campfire, I guess he didn’t like fires (or smoke) – had already left. It’s funny to see people pay for a tent site and just sleep in their cars, but I suppose that’s what happens when you’re not allowed to sleep in your car on a parking lot on the highway… (not sure why, seen so many people doing that in France…)
Anyways, the road between Memphis and Nashville was… an interstate highway… so, obviously, no big surprise if I tell you the road was kind of boring. I’m not sure it happened between Memphis and Nashville – it could as well have happened during the other parts of the trip on the interstate – but I remembered yesterday about the flying tire, so I’ll share with you now.
So I was behind a group of cars, on the left lane, passing 2 trucks. Thing with highways is, there is always a slow driver that decides passing trucks when a bunch of faster cars is coming by, and then a lane forms behind him. There were also cars behind me, obviously. At some point, I see that one car 3 or 4 cars in front of me is braking for no reason – benefit of riding instead of driving, you see much farther in front – as I had just finished passing the first truck. The two trucks were separated by probably the space of 4 or 5 cars. Finding weird the fact that car was breaking – and in the same time thinking I might as well pass a bunch of them by the right since I have more acceleration than them – I decided to move to the right lane, as I was also in a reasonable distance already from the first truck. As soon as I got to the lane, I suddenly saw a torn up tire flying up from the pavement right at the place I was a few seconds earlier, and bouncing on the windscreen of the car that was right behind me. A quarter of mile later, I saw a car on the side of the road missing a tire… I just think my lucky star had just avoided me to get a tire in the face and probably to have a possibly fatal accident…
Arriving in Nashville, I went to a Motel 6 I booked some 15 minutes earlier, dropped my stuff, took a quick shower to get rid of the sweat, jumped into more comfy clothes and headed downtown. I ended parking at the Nashville Music City Center parking lot, which was offering an event price of $15, and it was looking much safer than the one in Memphis that was a bit desert and missing some light. I almost parked right where a bunch of Police cars were parked, but then I thought it would be a bit paranoid from me, and it was somehow farther from the entrance of the park – lazy, I know! 🙂
Anyway, I then walked across the city, looking for the nice streets, taking a bunch of pictures of various places.
I then walked some 20 minutes (and same back) to the Third Man Records store – Jack White’s label – right before it closes at 6pm.
Then I sat in a pub, the Tin Roof, on Broadway and listened to some kind of country music, while eating and having a beer.
Was a pleasant evening. Last quick picture before leaving, 
then back to the motel, transferring the pics and videos and researching what would be my next stop.
