I'm Getting To Be A Road Expert

Cyclists are pretty well tuned in to the sounds of the roads, especially sounds that are picking up speed behind you while riding. Well, after close to 800 miles on this ride (75 more today from Kitty Hawk to Virginia Beach, and goodbye North Carolina) I have been able to distinguish happy drivers and those I will politely call country bumpkins.
Since Bobbie is only going 15 mph behind us most of the day, on country roads like the one we were on today, traffic has a tendency to build up behind her. So, when a car passes, you can hear the engine scream into higher rpms and as they pass the two cyclists, they fall into one of three categories:

1. The passive driver -- just accelerate and get going.
2. The happy driver -- a couple of beep beep beeps on the horn and a friendly wave or thumbs up and
3. The country bumpkin -- a loud, long horn blast followed by a get off the road or some other foul remark and every so often the middle finger salute. Not to profile this individual, but every one of the half dozen bumpkins who have shot me the bird so far has a pickup truck, diesel engine usually, and some kind of rack on the window for guns or fishing poles.

Don't you just hate it when two cyclists delay your trip by 45 seconds or less?
For a majority of the ride, we have been travelling on Rte. 17 or Rte. 17A which are four lanes so we can block one of the lanes and traffic can still go past. But there is always a loud noise coming from the other lane -- be it with loud mufflers, engine sounds or tires on pavements, making it almost impossible to communicate with walkie-talkies.
But today we hit the jackpot. After talking to a local citizen at the museum Saturday, we decided to see if we could catch a third ferry in North Carolina which would take us away from the highway on to the country roads we have been searching for.
Well we made it with 10 minutes to spare and we were treated to that country road winding through and past waterways and beautiful lakes and parks. We even passed a vineyard along with numerous cornfields (I thought I was in Iowa with Moonlight Graham).
Monday we have to transport the bikes across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel as cyclists are not allowed on the span. So the day's ride will be shortened by close to 30 miles but will still be challenging at 75 or thereabouts. I'm excited because we are only a couple of days away from my brother's house and on Thursday we get to take a break -- no riding, just resting.