drewvanracer
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I guess i will have to turn in later tonight for the next installment.
Keep up the good work. Your trip reports are the best.
Drew
Keep up the good work. Your trip reports are the best.
Drew
After EOM 2011, we went for a little ride.
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vabrzn
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Enjoyed it! Can't wait for the ride home report 
BlueRidgeFJR
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I feel your pain on the rain. Shannon and I rode in the most wicked storm in the dark on the way to EOM. Not Fun! :Snorkle: :Snorkle: Great report, cant wait for the rest.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011.
A non-riding day for this here trbl (jes plain trbl!) ride report.
Last night, Rich had called and gotten us tee times at Hilton Head National for 18 holes of golf. So we got up, had a bite to eat, and headed out to the golf course (Barney came along to just ride in the golf cart). This left Sooze to her own devices. Since I didn’t take a camera with me (but I DID take the SPOT tracker with me, just for fun (check it out here: Spotwalla Clicky)), we’ll share some of Sooze’s pictures from her little walk-about.
It was a beautiful morning.
South Beach, just up the road.
You may have heard of this place.
2 critters you need to keep an eye out for around here: if you’re around water – gators; if you’re in the woods: copperheads.
Read it. Learn it. Live it.
A non-riding day for this here trbl (jes plain trbl!) ride report.
Last night, Rich had called and gotten us tee times at Hilton Head National for 18 holes of golf. So we got up, had a bite to eat, and headed out to the golf course (Barney came along to just ride in the golf cart). This left Sooze to her own devices. Since I didn’t take a camera with me (but I DID take the SPOT tracker with me, just for fun (check it out here: Spotwalla Clicky)), we’ll share some of Sooze’s pictures from her little walk-about.
It was a beautiful morning.
South Beach, just up the road.
You may have heard of this place.
2 critters you need to keep an eye out for around here: if you’re around water – gators; if you’re in the woods: copperheads.
Read it. Learn it. Live it.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
See the stuff hanging from the trees? From what I learnt down there, be VERY careful handling it. Supposedly they are a nice comfy home for chiggers. If you don’t know what a chigger is, then you need to get out of the city. I read / heard / was told that at one point people Back In The Day were taking that stuff and using it as a pillow. A pillow with chiggers. Can you IMAGINE?!?! GAAAHHHH!!!!
The tide was in for this shot. We saw it when the tide was out and the docks were sitting in the mud.
Whenever we drove through this spot we were always looking for gators. Saw a couple here and there, but Sooze didn’t see any on this day, which is something that we are both thankful for.
Woulda been cool to take the FJR through here. But NNNOOOOOOOOO…… Bastages.
This-a-way.
LOOK OUT FOR GATORS!!
A gate within a gated community. Go figure. There definitely were some quite nice homes back in here.
No pets?!? Oh, sure – but I betchya they’ll allow kids. Double-bastages.
I hate it when land ends.
They do have purty flowers, though.
The tide was in for this shot. We saw it when the tide was out and the docks were sitting in the mud.
Whenever we drove through this spot we were always looking for gators. Saw a couple here and there, but Sooze didn’t see any on this day, which is something that we are both thankful for.
Woulda been cool to take the FJR through here. But NNNOOOOOOOOO…… Bastages.
This-a-way.
LOOK OUT FOR GATORS!!
A gate within a gated community. Go figure. There definitely were some quite nice homes back in here.
No pets?!? Oh, sure – but I betchya they’ll allow kids. Double-bastages.
I hate it when land ends.
They do have purty flowers, though.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
The condo. Shoulda been an FJR sitting there, though. Bastages. Not that I’m BITTER or anything…
Wings, anyone?
Naw. Who could do that to these cuties?
Remember that nice shot from earlier, where the water was mirror-smooth? Well, this is what happens when the ride goes out.
Meanwhile, us manly-men were wrapping up our session of manly stuff. You know – chasing an infuriatingly incompetent little white ball around someone’s well-manicured lawn while belching, farting and cussing.
You know – manly stuff. It’s what we do.
Anyhow, after putting a wrap on our manly stuff (and holysweetbabyjayzus was it hot – Rich’s phone said it was 85 and felt like 101, and I’ll vouch that it felt like 101) and picking up some provisions (AKA beer), and swinging through the bank parking lot to make sure the FJR was OK (it was), we got back to condo and chilled (AKA drank some of the provisions) for a bit.
Ever have one of those “holy crap it’s a small world” moments? Lemme share one with you. One of the guys we got paired up with at the golf course said he was from Ohio. Rich and I, both also being from Ohio, shared where we were from.
Later, I asked the fella – I’ll call him Craig because, well, that’s his name – something that went like this:
Me: “So, Craig – you mentioned that you’re from Medina County. My wife grew up in Copley.”
Craig: “I’m from Copley.” He said that with an emphasis on I’m.
Copley is NOT a sprawling metropolis. More like a little burg outside of Akron, which isn’t really a sprawling metropolis, either, although that’s where Lebron is from. If you’ve never heard of Akron and never heard of Lebron … what the hell are you doing on the internet?!?
Anyway, Craig remembered my father-in-law, a retired middle-school music teacher, and my FIL remembered him.
And Craig graduated in 1970.
And they remembered each other.
Yep, kiddos, it’s a small fookin’ world.
So. Where were we?
Oh, yeah – this trbl (jes plain trbl) non-riding portion of this here ride report.
Rich and I went crabbing again. (I discovered that a most-awesome Dutch Harbor t-shirt that doesn’t dry out or get washed after being in the water while crabbing gets a certain … ah … “funk” to it. Trust me.)
Rich came out of the gates pretty strong, but I caught up pretty quick. Get it – ‘caught’ up? I crack myself up sometimes…
More yummy crustacean goodness relieved from the water.
It was nowhere near as overcast today.
Careful where ya step.
We had a supervisor.
Unfortunately, Sooze could not catch a pic of them, but we had dolphins swimming about 75 feet out or so. It was cool.
Wings, anyone?
Naw. Who could do that to these cuties?
Remember that nice shot from earlier, where the water was mirror-smooth? Well, this is what happens when the ride goes out.
Meanwhile, us manly-men were wrapping up our session of manly stuff. You know – chasing an infuriatingly incompetent little white ball around someone’s well-manicured lawn while belching, farting and cussing.
You know – manly stuff. It’s what we do.
Anyhow, after putting a wrap on our manly stuff (and holysweetbabyjayzus was it hot – Rich’s phone said it was 85 and felt like 101, and I’ll vouch that it felt like 101) and picking up some provisions (AKA beer), and swinging through the bank parking lot to make sure the FJR was OK (it was), we got back to condo and chilled (AKA drank some of the provisions) for a bit.
Ever have one of those “holy crap it’s a small world” moments? Lemme share one with you. One of the guys we got paired up with at the golf course said he was from Ohio. Rich and I, both also being from Ohio, shared where we were from.
Later, I asked the fella – I’ll call him Craig because, well, that’s his name – something that went like this:
Me: “So, Craig – you mentioned that you’re from Medina County. My wife grew up in Copley.”
Craig: “I’m from Copley.” He said that with an emphasis on I’m.
Copley is NOT a sprawling metropolis. More like a little burg outside of Akron, which isn’t really a sprawling metropolis, either, although that’s where Lebron is from. If you’ve never heard of Akron and never heard of Lebron … what the hell are you doing on the internet?!?
Anyway, Craig remembered my father-in-law, a retired middle-school music teacher, and my FIL remembered him.
And Craig graduated in 1970.
And they remembered each other.
Yep, kiddos, it’s a small fookin’ world.
So. Where were we?
Oh, yeah – this trbl (jes plain trbl) non-riding portion of this here ride report.
Rich and I went crabbing again. (I discovered that a most-awesome Dutch Harbor t-shirt that doesn’t dry out or get washed after being in the water while crabbing gets a certain … ah … “funk” to it. Trust me.)
Rich came out of the gates pretty strong, but I caught up pretty quick. Get it – ‘caught’ up? I crack myself up sometimes…
More yummy crustacean goodness relieved from the water.
It was nowhere near as overcast today.
Careful where ya step.
We had a supervisor.
Unfortunately, Sooze could not catch a pic of them, but we had dolphins swimming about 75 feet out or so. It was cool.
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BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Give a Geek crab and he’ll eat for a day. Teach a Geek to crab….
The breeze was up and sailboats were out.
A flying rat.
The crabbing was decent, though.
I’ll admit something here, guys. I get creeped out when critters underwater scamper across my feet. For some reason, today it seemed like critters were constantly crawling across my feet and it made me (maybe once or twice) scream like a little girl at a boy-band concert. Can’t help it – it creeps me out.
It was worth it, though.
There were more people on the beach today. Several would hang out and watch us doing our thing – catching yummy num-nums. There were a couple of crabs in there that were PISSED OFF!!
There was a horseshoe crab lying on the sand when we got there and we thought it was dead. Once the tide came in, it revived itself and Rich stepped on it. While trying to get on the other side of the rocks to let it go, he damn near ripped off a toe nail.
I swear I caught this little crab 3 times. Size-wise it was borderline, so after catching the critter for the third time … into the bucket.
Time to call it for today.
Along the way were some cool yellow flowers that were attracting a bunch of really cool butterflies.
The breeze was up and sailboats were out.
A flying rat.
The crabbing was decent, though.
I’ll admit something here, guys. I get creeped out when critters underwater scamper across my feet. For some reason, today it seemed like critters were constantly crawling across my feet and it made me (maybe once or twice) scream like a little girl at a boy-band concert. Can’t help it – it creeps me out.
It was worth it, though.
There were more people on the beach today. Several would hang out and watch us doing our thing – catching yummy num-nums. There were a couple of crabs in there that were PISSED OFF!!
There was a horseshoe crab lying on the sand when we got there and we thought it was dead. Once the tide came in, it revived itself and Rich stepped on it. While trying to get on the other side of the rocks to let it go, he damn near ripped off a toe nail.
I swear I caught this little crab 3 times. Size-wise it was borderline, so after catching the critter for the third time … into the bucket.
Time to call it for today.
Along the way were some cool yellow flowers that were attracting a bunch of really cool butterflies.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
YUM!!!
We went out to dinner tonight.
A cool water fall. The sound of the water made me have to pee.
I know a couple of guys who … well, heaven only knows that they woulda done with this.
FOOD **** ALERT!
Appetizer.
My dinner. After the shrimp yesterday, these were kind of a let-down. Still good, but not AS good.
Sooze’s dinner.
That wraps up Tuesday, September 27.
We went out to dinner tonight.
A cool water fall. The sound of the water made me have to pee.
I know a couple of guys who … well, heaven only knows that they woulda done with this.
FOOD **** ALERT!
Appetizer.
My dinner. After the shrimp yesterday, these were kind of a let-down. Still good, but not AS good.
Sooze’s dinner.
That wraps up Tuesday, September 27.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Wednesday, September 28, 2011.
Yes, it’s another day of no riding in this trbl (jes plain trbl) ride report.
Maybe today should be a “Tourist’s Report” because, well, we did touristy crap.
See?
We hopped in the car and drove to a town that has intrigued me for some time: Savannah, Georgia. It’s a little more difficult nowadays for Barney to get around, do we just decided to take the tour, which was fine, ‘cause it was pretty damn warm.
Our dashing steed. OK, it’s touristy-dorky. I admit it.
Let’s admit it. Looking at other people’s vacation pictures sucks. Since we all have a passion for motorcycles, a ride report is a way to share pictures and it sucks less, but this is just vacation pictures. I’ll be brief.
If you have not seen the movie “Forrest Gump,” you are either a communist, live in a cave, or voted for Nixon. There is a spot when a Forrest Gump actor-ish dude hops on the tour bus. Yes, it’s as campy as transvestites dressing up like Cher, but ya still gotta look.
Our lunch stop.
Which came first: the eye patch, or the hook? Think about it…
Fried pickles. Mmmm…. They were good, don’t get me wrong, but if you’re ever in the vicinity of Bellaire, Michigan – go to where Torch Lake and Clam Lake meet, and go to The Dockside. They have THE MOST AMAZING fried pickles. Trust me.
Lunch food ****.
There is SOOOOO much history in Savannah. I wanna go back.
Just watch your step.
Yes, it’s another day of no riding in this trbl (jes plain trbl) ride report.
Maybe today should be a “Tourist’s Report” because, well, we did touristy crap.
See?
We hopped in the car and drove to a town that has intrigued me for some time: Savannah, Georgia. It’s a little more difficult nowadays for Barney to get around, do we just decided to take the tour, which was fine, ‘cause it was pretty damn warm.
Our dashing steed. OK, it’s touristy-dorky. I admit it.
Let’s admit it. Looking at other people’s vacation pictures sucks. Since we all have a passion for motorcycles, a ride report is a way to share pictures and it sucks less, but this is just vacation pictures. I’ll be brief.
If you have not seen the movie “Forrest Gump,” you are either a communist, live in a cave, or voted for Nixon. There is a spot when a Forrest Gump actor-ish dude hops on the tour bus. Yes, it’s as campy as transvestites dressing up like Cher, but ya still gotta look.
Our lunch stop.
Which came first: the eye patch, or the hook? Think about it…
Fried pickles. Mmmm…. They were good, don’t get me wrong, but if you’re ever in the vicinity of Bellaire, Michigan – go to where Torch Lake and Clam Lake meet, and go to The Dockside. They have THE MOST AMAZING fried pickles. Trust me.
Lunch food ****.
There is SOOOOO much history in Savannah. I wanna go back.
Just watch your step.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
A damn fine establishment, I’m sure.
Ya know, I really want to like Paula Deen. Heaven knows she started from not having 2 nickels to rub together to being very successful. But. Sooze and I have been going up to Cleveland (the one in Ohio) for a food show (think we’re not geeks??) for the last few years. Paula is the only ‘celebrity’ chef that we have seen to ever charge for an autograph at the food show. For you fellow food geeks, we’re talking Bobby Flay, Michael Symon, Alton Brown, Guy Fiere, Giada DeLaurentiis, and others. And Paula put her name on SOOOO much crap (aprons to miscellaneous kitchen crap – for a price premium) that’s just kinda turned me off on her ‘brand.’ But I bet they go through plenty of butter in there.
There’s a cool story behind this statue, but you have to go to Savannah to find out about it.
After our tour, we caged it back to Hilton Head to visit another tourist-centric spot: Hilton Head’s Harbor Town Lighthouse.
This was cool.
Might be kinda cool to take a ride on there some time.
Sooze and the lighthouse.
I kinda like this picture. The flag extended thanks to the wind, the boat in the background, the flying rat on top of the light, and the buoy off to the right.
We paid our ransom and climbed up the lighthouse. Kinda reminds me of a work by M.C. Escher.
Another flag-in-the-wind pic.
Ya know, I really want to like Paula Deen. Heaven knows she started from not having 2 nickels to rub together to being very successful. But. Sooze and I have been going up to Cleveland (the one in Ohio) for a food show (think we’re not geeks??) for the last few years. Paula is the only ‘celebrity’ chef that we have seen to ever charge for an autograph at the food show. For you fellow food geeks, we’re talking Bobby Flay, Michael Symon, Alton Brown, Guy Fiere, Giada DeLaurentiis, and others. And Paula put her name on SOOOO much crap (aprons to miscellaneous kitchen crap – for a price premium) that’s just kinda turned me off on her ‘brand.’ But I bet they go through plenty of butter in there.
There’s a cool story behind this statue, but you have to go to Savannah to find out about it.
After our tour, we caged it back to Hilton Head to visit another tourist-centric spot: Hilton Head’s Harbor Town Lighthouse.
This was cool.
Might be kinda cool to take a ride on there some time.
Sooze and the lighthouse.
I kinda like this picture. The flag extended thanks to the wind, the boat in the background, the flying rat on top of the light, and the buoy off to the right.
We paid our ransom and climbed up the lighthouse. Kinda reminds me of a work by M.C. Escher.
Another flag-in-the-wind pic.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Gah-AAHHHH!! There’s a flag pole growing outta my head!
This was a cool old wood boat.
History.
The dude.
After that, we stopped by some ruins in the area.
This was a cool old wood boat.
History.
The dude.
After that, we stopped by some ruins in the area.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Me and Sooze.
Me and Rich doing the “Got a little captain in ye?” pose. Yes, we’re dorks.
Wonder what this critter tastes like?
Sorry – got a couple of pictures out of sequence there. Oops.
Meanwhile, back at the Hall of Justice….
As we moseyed our way back towards the condo, we stopped by the private dock across the way from the condo. Here it is from the other side, with the tide in.
And there’s the deck where we took several pictures.
My attempt at an artsy-fartsy picture.
Artsy-fartsy or just bad. I dunno - I guess that just sums up “art” right there.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Almost done with this non-riding vacation pictures stuff, guys. Promise.
We just had to stop in here for a beer. Or two. Or three…
Us manly men. And a bartender in the background.
A local critter that made us miss our critters at home. Yeah, we’re geeky like that.
After a few beers and a quite a few laughs, we headed back to condo for some really important stuff.
I mean, REALLY important.
Time for me to learn how to get the yummy-yummy parts outta the damn shells. Barney and Rich have lots of ‘sperience in said yummy-yummy parts liberations and walked me through it.
Ever wonder why crab meat (especially the good lump crab meat) is some damn expensive? I’ll tell you why: because breaking up those critters is NOT easy!
Is it worth it to break ‘em up on crabs you caught yourself? Really? Do you REALLY have to ask that?!?
Rich tackled the claw meat while me and Barney went for the body meat.
I’ll say this. Crab lungs are icky. So is the digestive tract. And the stuff that they had just eaten that was still on the way to their digestive tract. As the narrator of that honey badger video (on YouTube and now on that pistachio commercial) says, “Ewwww….”
The end result: the most awesomest of awesome food **** ever.
Combine that with a bag ‘O fresh shrimp from Hudson’s the other night….
Oh, yeah, baby. THAT’S what I’m TALKIN’ about here!
We gorged ourselves on fresh crab and fresh shrimp, and called it a night.
‘Cause tomorrow, we’re actually gonna ride again!
We just had to stop in here for a beer. Or two. Or three…
Us manly men. And a bartender in the background.
A local critter that made us miss our critters at home. Yeah, we’re geeky like that.
After a few beers and a quite a few laughs, we headed back to condo for some really important stuff.
I mean, REALLY important.
Time for me to learn how to get the yummy-yummy parts outta the damn shells. Barney and Rich have lots of ‘sperience in said yummy-yummy parts liberations and walked me through it.
Ever wonder why crab meat (especially the good lump crab meat) is some damn expensive? I’ll tell you why: because breaking up those critters is NOT easy!
Is it worth it to break ‘em up on crabs you caught yourself? Really? Do you REALLY have to ask that?!?
Rich tackled the claw meat while me and Barney went for the body meat.
I’ll say this. Crab lungs are icky. So is the digestive tract. And the stuff that they had just eaten that was still on the way to their digestive tract. As the narrator of that honey badger video (on YouTube and now on that pistachio commercial) says, “Ewwww….”
The end result: the most awesomest of awesome food **** ever.
Combine that with a bag ‘O fresh shrimp from Hudson’s the other night….
Oh, yeah, baby. THAT’S what I’m TALKIN’ about here!
We gorged ourselves on fresh crab and fresh shrimp, and called it a night.
‘Cause tomorrow, we’re actually gonna ride again!
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Thursday, September 29, 2011.
Starting the trek home.
What was is that the ‘R’ in ride report stands for again? Hmm…
Wait – don’t tell me…
Sounds like … hide…
Oh, yeah – RIDE!
I must be getting old or something.
As Sooze and I were figgering out our exit strategy, we weighed our options. If need be, we could just slab it home in a day. That’d be 700+ miles of crap we’d prefer to not do unless we had to. We finally decided to just take 3 days and ride all back-roads, no slab, and see what’s out there. Seems like we’ve been in a rut of slabbing it all the damn time to make a destination, so why not do what we really enjoy doing on the bike: check out the small towns off the beaten path, and the cool stuff that you only see then.
We had a room reserved in Spartanburg, South Carolina, and I had a route in the GPS to get us there.
We awoke to a beautiful morning, packed up our crap, and Rich took us to the bike which was, many thanks again to Chris, still there, patiently awaiting our return.
We loaded up…
And after saying our goodbyes to Rich and Barney, headed out.
I would like to give huge shout-out thank yous to our friend Rich and his dad Barney for inviting us down. It was an incredibly terrific time, and they were terrific hosts. We really want to go back.
And also to Chris the bank manager. A total stranger who let me stash the bike in the parking lot of the bank he manages. Chris – it may not seem like any big deal, but the offer means tons to me. Thank you. (BTW – I am sending him a link to this so he can see this.)
We were on our way.
Oh the tasty shrimp and crab in those waters… Still makes my mouth water.
Doubt we’ll be seeing trees like this for a while.
On the advice of several people, before heading out of the region, we swung over to Beaufort, SC, where chunks of “Forrest Gump” was filmed.
A church. Go figure.
Not really knowing where to go, we stopped in the visitors center, which is historic in and of itself.
F’n love it.
Remember that turd of a movie, “Stop! Or my mom will shoot!” For some reason, that’s what just popped in my head just now. I have no idea why.
Starting the trek home.
What was is that the ‘R’ in ride report stands for again? Hmm…
Wait – don’t tell me…
Sounds like … hide…
Oh, yeah – RIDE!
I must be getting old or something.
As Sooze and I were figgering out our exit strategy, we weighed our options. If need be, we could just slab it home in a day. That’d be 700+ miles of crap we’d prefer to not do unless we had to. We finally decided to just take 3 days and ride all back-roads, no slab, and see what’s out there. Seems like we’ve been in a rut of slabbing it all the damn time to make a destination, so why not do what we really enjoy doing on the bike: check out the small towns off the beaten path, and the cool stuff that you only see then.
We had a room reserved in Spartanburg, South Carolina, and I had a route in the GPS to get us there.
We awoke to a beautiful morning, packed up our crap, and Rich took us to the bike which was, many thanks again to Chris, still there, patiently awaiting our return.
We loaded up…
And after saying our goodbyes to Rich and Barney, headed out.
I would like to give huge shout-out thank yous to our friend Rich and his dad Barney for inviting us down. It was an incredibly terrific time, and they were terrific hosts. We really want to go back.
And also to Chris the bank manager. A total stranger who let me stash the bike in the parking lot of the bank he manages. Chris – it may not seem like any big deal, but the offer means tons to me. Thank you. (BTW – I am sending him a link to this so he can see this.)
We were on our way.
Oh the tasty shrimp and crab in those waters… Still makes my mouth water.
Doubt we’ll be seeing trees like this for a while.
On the advice of several people, before heading out of the region, we swung over to Beaufort, SC, where chunks of “Forrest Gump” was filmed.
A church. Go figure.
Not really knowing where to go, we stopped in the visitors center, which is historic in and of itself.
F’n love it.
Remember that turd of a movie, “Stop! Or my mom will shoot!” For some reason, that’s what just popped in my head just now. I have no idea why.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Just so you know.
1922. Wow.
I was kinda looking for Forrest Gump direction stuff, but didn’t see any. The very nice southern ladies inside were very nicely and southernly, but we just got our touristy chotchkies and just rode around for a bit.
It was nice to be back in the saddle again, especially with stuff like this to look at.
We crossed this bridge, turned around, and went back across.
Took a detour through the older section of Beaufort.
A church. Go figure.
1922. Wow.
I was kinda looking for Forrest Gump direction stuff, but didn’t see any. The very nice southern ladies inside were very nicely and southernly, but we just got our touristy chotchkies and just rode around for a bit.
It was nice to be back in the saddle again, especially with stuff like this to look at.
We crossed this bridge, turned around, and went back across.
Took a detour through the older section of Beaufort.
A church. Go figure.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Beaufort is a town where Sooze and I would like to go back and truly explore rather than just briefly ride through.
Yep.
Wonder why they filmed portions of “Forrest Gump” here? I don’t.
SLUG-BUG! Convertible, even!
Too. Damn. Cool.
So we headed out and rode by Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort.
Train tracks and an old, but re-habbed, train station.
This reminded me of someone. My family used to own an air-conditioning and refrigeration distribution company. A fella that worked for the company was a Huey pilot in Vietnam. The man had some stories. He didn’t talk about it a whole lot, but when he did … I listened.
Yep.
Wonder why they filmed portions of “Forrest Gump” here? I don’t.
SLUG-BUG! Convertible, even!
Too. Damn. Cool.
So we headed out and rode by Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort.
Train tracks and an old, but re-habbed, train station.
This reminded me of someone. My family used to own an air-conditioning and refrigeration distribution company. A fella that worked for the company was a Huey pilot in Vietnam. The man had some stories. He didn’t talk about it a whole lot, but when he did … I listened.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
This critter decided to not be road-kill, which is probably a good decision in the south.
Sooze and I were debating about what the crops where in the fields.
But we WERE in the south, so what would some crop that has some kind of white stuff at the top of the stalk POSSIBLY be….
Not to say who was right or who was wrong or anything, but I correctly surmised that, yes, it was indeed cotton.
Ahem.
Ya gotta love small towns.
When I devised the route, I figured that we woulda been hitting the Spartanburg area around evening rush hour, so we kinda skirted around the east side of the city getting to the hotel. Which was cool.
Why would one put a rearing-horse statue on a bridge and put that statue in a cage? I got nothin’ here.
Once safely at our hotel, we walked to a local joint for dinner.
Sooze had the turkey.
I had the ribs which were … OK at best. The sides of baked beans and BBW slaw were tasty, though.
And that wraps up Thursday, September 29, 2011.
Sooze and I were debating about what the crops where in the fields.
But we WERE in the south, so what would some crop that has some kind of white stuff at the top of the stalk POSSIBLY be….
Not to say who was right or who was wrong or anything, but I correctly surmised that, yes, it was indeed cotton.
Ahem.
Ya gotta love small towns.
When I devised the route, I figured that we woulda been hitting the Spartanburg area around evening rush hour, so we kinda skirted around the east side of the city getting to the hotel. Which was cool.
Why would one put a rearing-horse statue on a bridge and put that statue in a cage? I got nothin’ here.
Once safely at our hotel, we walked to a local joint for dinner.
Sooze had the turkey.
I had the ribs which were … OK at best. The sides of baked beans and BBW slaw were tasty, though.
And that wraps up Thursday, September 29, 2011.
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Friday, September 30, 2011.
We had planned on taking 3 days of all back-roads to get home. As we were watching the weather, however, we re-considered this. A huge cold-front was moving into our destination region, bringing with it unseasonably cool weather, and some rain.
Crapola.
We had 2 options:
First, take 2 days of being cold, possibly wet, and not very pleasant riding conditions to get home.
B, suck it up and just get home, and enjoy some extra down-time after a week on the road.
We went with option B, knowing it was going to suck, but at least it’d only suck for one day.
So after our first all-back-roads, 300-ish mile day, we hoofed it for home.
We’ll leave the areas we missed for a mulligan someday.
The morning as we left Spartanburg was sooo nice. A bit on the crisp side, but soooo nice.
We slabbed it north a ways.
It didn’t really suck, but it just wasn’t the back-roads.
Anticipating that Sooze was gonna be cold, and considering the fact that we have some nice colder-weather gear sitting nice and warm at home, we stopped at Smith Brothers HD in Johnson City, TN.
We got Sooze some warmer gloves and another layer and, after warming up a bit, headed back on our way.
We had options. It was windy. It was cool, and not going to get much warmer – if at all – and we’d probably get wet. I decided that, rather than taking the slab, we’d pick out US 23 in northern Tennessee and just take that all the way home, since that goes right through Columbus. So that’s what we did.
While not the back-roads that we were looking for, it was much better than the slab.
We had ominous clouds in our direction, and were hoping for the best, because it was not terribly warm.
At one point, there was a line of trucks just sitting on the side of the road. They were all loaded with coal – I’m pretty sure they were all delivering coal out of the West Virginia coal mines to a coal-burning power plant.
We had planned on taking 3 days of all back-roads to get home. As we were watching the weather, however, we re-considered this. A huge cold-front was moving into our destination region, bringing with it unseasonably cool weather, and some rain.
Crapola.
We had 2 options:
First, take 2 days of being cold, possibly wet, and not very pleasant riding conditions to get home.
B, suck it up and just get home, and enjoy some extra down-time after a week on the road.
We went with option B, knowing it was going to suck, but at least it’d only suck for one day.
So after our first all-back-roads, 300-ish mile day, we hoofed it for home.
We’ll leave the areas we missed for a mulligan someday.
The morning as we left Spartanburg was sooo nice. A bit on the crisp side, but soooo nice.
We slabbed it north a ways.
It didn’t really suck, but it just wasn’t the back-roads.
Anticipating that Sooze was gonna be cold, and considering the fact that we have some nice colder-weather gear sitting nice and warm at home, we stopped at Smith Brothers HD in Johnson City, TN.
We got Sooze some warmer gloves and another layer and, after warming up a bit, headed back on our way.
We had options. It was windy. It was cool, and not going to get much warmer – if at all – and we’d probably get wet. I decided that, rather than taking the slab, we’d pick out US 23 in northern Tennessee and just take that all the way home, since that goes right through Columbus. So that’s what we did.
While not the back-roads that we were looking for, it was much better than the slab.
We had ominous clouds in our direction, and were hoping for the best, because it was not terribly warm.
At one point, there was a line of trucks just sitting on the side of the road. They were all loaded with coal – I’m pretty sure they were all delivering coal out of the West Virginia coal mines to a coal-burning power plant.
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