It was about 8AM when I got on the road, it was a bit humid following the rain the night before. Riding out of Denton, the shoulder ceased to exist and I had to ride the line as much as possible since it was early and the sun was in the drivers eyes. I didnt have any issues and the shoulder opened up the further I got outside of town. I was on my way to Frisco, about 22 miles away to start my journey in the southeast direction. When I got west of Frisco, I stopped in at Starbucks for a drink. I parked the bike out front and walked in. I didnt even make to the counter before I was stopped by Mark. He asked where I was coming from and where I was going. I told him and he offered to buy my drink. I sat with him and we talked for about 45 min and I was telling him why I was riding when the man sitting behind me leaned over and dropped his newspaper on a table and introduced himself and said he used to be in the Airforce and supported what I was doing. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him whenever I needed a hotel before I left Texas and he'd set me up. He left and Mark was about to take off as well, he left me with a gift card to a restuarant which was pretty cool.