Charleston 2nd day and a rainy afternoon

We spent two days in Charleston partly because it was forecasted to rain during much of this Sunday.  Sunday morning, however, was to be rain-free so Sandy, Sarah, and I did a 20-mile ride and returned to camp with 10 minutes to spare before the rain started.  


One of our missions was to go by a Borders bookstore to pick up another book for Sarah.  In the mall area, we came across a car show and spent time talking with some of the participants.  I'm sure most of these cars had never seen a drop of rain and we wondered if all of them made it back to their respective garages before the rain came a couple of hours later.
 

This is a '31 Ford immaculately restored with some later technology.   :>)



Of course, colorful objects always draw our attention and we have to stop for a photo.

Much of our ride was on lightly traveled streets but part of it was on the east coast greenway and was busy even on a Sunday morning.  We did arrive eventually, at the Cooper bridge connecting to the Old Town Charleston and our intention was to ride over to the old town but the rain was predicted imminently so we enjoyed this restored waterfront and fishing pier started our return trip.





Not far from the pier was one of our aircraft carriers.  Overall, a ride that took in some of Charleston's sights and allowed for a timely arrival back at camp.  The rest of the day we listened to the rain pattering on the magic sled roofs and darted back and forth to the laundry for those chores that have to be done periodically.

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