I had some interesting conversations while touring the US.
Here's one that took place in rural Indiana on my way to the Moto GP. I was stopped along the side of a remote road to take this picture, amongst others;
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A white pickup truck drives towards me slowly and goes by, then a few minutes later he comes back the other way and stops. "You need any help?" he asked.
- No, thanks. I just stopped to take pictures." I said, thinking he was concerned for my wellbeing.
- Well I wouldn't hang around too long if I was you.
- ... eeeerrr ?
- People here don't take too kindly to strangers poking around.
- ... uhhhhh I uhhh, just thought it's such a beautiful countryside...
- Don't be surprised to see the Sheriff come by and start asking questions.
I had to stop and take a breath. I looked at him and he was being serious. He had his kid in the back jumpseat, and he wasn't laughing either.
- You best be on your way now.
- OK. Thanks.
I wanted to stay until the Sheriff showed up, just to see what on earth they could dream up against me, merely taking pictures on a public road. But I actually had to be in Indy at a particular time, so I stalled for a few minutes then packed my stuff and left. Welcome to the U. S. of Aholes.