Big Tex Rally 2013

After the whirlwind tour during The Void and taking a quick day off to wash and repack, it was time to head off for the 2^nd running of the Big Tex Rally.  David Clark from Athens was coming over for the ride out to Texas, encountered tire problems outside of Atlanta but made it to the house for supper and rest before heading off to Huntsville, TX where we were spending the night with an old friend, Chris Stallings, who would be riding with us during the rally.  

Off early and west we headed.  There is always the obligatory stop in Jackson, MS for breakfast and gas – I do love Cracker Barrel breakfast!  Spitting rain the followed us the rest of the way into Huntsville.  Of course it would rain, we were going to rally!  We spent a pleasant evening with Chris and Nancy resting up for the next few days.  Of course we kicked tires and compared motorcycle stuff.  I am continually amazed at the number of devices we use to navigate.  Between the three motorcycles, there were 8 different GPS systems which would often provide eight different ways to get somewhere.  We normally just went with majority rule.  

We were starting the rally in Victoria, TX, one of the four start locations for the rally.  Enroute to Victoria, we stopped in Brenham to tour the Blue Bell Ice Cream factory.  It is an amazing operation that takes the milk of 30,000 cows per day to keep up with demand.  Of course, we enjoyed the free samples at the end of the tour and the obligatory picture of Barbara posing in her Blue Bell Ice Cream hat.

We made in to Victoria without incident making another almost mandatory rally stop at Wal Mart to finish out our supplies for the upcoming rally.  There was a loosely organized dinner that evening so we enjoyed our dinner and beverages before settling in for an early morning start.   Rider’s meeting started at 5:30 AM with us finishing paperwork, sealing driver’s license and insurance information into a envelope (worth lots of points if you didn’t have an encounter with one of the fine law enforcement officers of Texas), and last minute instructions and admonishment from the Rallymaster to be safe. 

We kicked off the rally at 6:00 AM sharp and headed off to our first bonus of the day in Tilden, TX for a photo of a boot hill cemetery.  After our superb planning during the Void, we were fairly confident in our timing and routing.  This soon proved to be quite untrue!  South Texas is undergoing an oil boom so we had to deal with oil field traffic and construction.  Scheduled arrival at Boot Hill was 7:41 and we didn’t arrive until 8:05.  Not a good way to start, but figured we would make up the time in the long run to Brownsville.

Well, that didn’t happen either.  It wasn’t traffic, we weren’t going slow, we just kept falling further and further behind.  I can’t really blame it on the butterfly/dragonfly migration that was happening since all that did was make a mess of helmets and bikes.  Something was happening to our timing and we were at a loss to figure out why.  Scheduled arrival at the Palmito Battlefield historical marker was 11:04 and we arrived at 11:51.  Yep, losing more time with each bonus stop. 

There was but choice but to soldier on at this point, so we pointed our bikes north towards the City Hall of Rio Grande, TX.  There were 12 options to pick up Texas Icons at some point during the rally.  Anything from a photo in front of the Alamo, cactus, armadillos, rodeo grounds, etc could all be claimed at any point in the rally.  One of the icons was a posted sign from the Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association.  These distinctive blue signs could be found on any number of ranch gates.  We just kept going by them before finally spotting one and turning around to get the bonus. 

Scheduled arrival into Rio Grande was 12:57 PM and we finally arrived at 1:55 PM.  We were now an hour behind but snapped our picture and got out of there as quickly as possible. 

Laredo is the next stop for a photo of a granite bench dedicated to a Texas statesman.  Laredo sits directly on the Mexican border with several crossings into Mexico.  The GPS has us headed for one of the crossing for some reason or another.  Having absolutely no desire to cross into Mexico, we picked our way through a maze of one way streets to the bonus.  

Scheduled arrival was 2:47 and we arrived at 4:11.  We are 583 miles into a planned 1530 mile route and are almost an hour and a half behind schedule.  Something soon had to give and it was to be scheduled bonus locations!

We made the next bonus in Catarina at 5:33 still over 1.5 hours behind schedule.  Then we  off to Crystal City, TX for a photo of Popeye.  Crystal City, TX claims to be the Spinach Capital of the World and what more fitting monument than Popeye.  The statue was erected in 1937 in front of City Hall.  We snapped our picture of Popeye at 6:07 PM still over 1.5 hours behind. 

We consulted a bit and decided that we had to drop bonuses in order to catch up.  We didn’t drop a high point bonus outside of Leakey so that’s where we headed.  Now it was dark, we were in the Texas Hill Country full of curvy roads and a deer population as thick as fleas on a stray dog’s back!  Of yeah….we should mention that it started to rain.  Not a gentle spitting rain, but rain driven by a fall Texas thunderstorm!  Oh the joys of rallying!

We had gotten separated from David at some point but were all going to meet at the selected motel for out rest bonus.  As we approached the coordinates for the historical marker for the massacre of the McLaurin family by renegade Apache Indians, we found nothing even closely resembling a historical marker.  Road signs and an entrance to a ranch yes, but no historical marker.  We eased a bit further down this very dark, narrow, wet road and saw a sign that said the historical marker was a mile ahead.  We also found David who was quite frustrated at this point having searched the area for over 20 minutes.  Sure enough, a mile down the road was the marker so photos were snapped and off we went.  It is 7:55 PM, we are 897 miles into the rally and way behind schedule.  David went one way…..we went the other thanks to Ms. Garmin who has been known to take strange routes at times. 

It is raining, the temperature has dropped 20 degrees in the span of minutes, and it is 123 miles to our motel in Brady where we had made advance reservations.  There really was no option but to hunker down and  roll on through the storm.   We rolled into Brady and started our rest bonus at 10:04 PM.  Quick trip to McDonalds for some supper and soon were snoozing planning to take full advantage of the big points available for taking a full 8 hour rest bonus. 

We dropped 3 more bonuses in an attempt to get back on schedule for the 2^nd day of the rally.  We’re off to Luckenbach, TX – population 2!  

It’s a quite chilly morning with temperatures in the high 40’s and seeing the sunrise was very welcome.  Arriving at Luckenbach at 7:44 AM, we quickly found the required license plate, took a photo, and headed to Dead Man’s Hole.  And oh look, and armadillo too!  

One of the Texas Icon bonuses was to take a photo seated on the back of a Texas Longhorn cow.  Too early for the cow so that one was missed. We later learned the longhorn arrived about 15 minutes after we left. 

Dead Man’s Hole was a cave almost 200 feet deep filled with toxic gas.  A large oak tree stood over the entrance – perfect as a hanging tree.  The story goes that as the doomed man was hung and started to struggle, the rope would be cut, dropping him to his fate at the bottom of the cave.  The hole has long since been covered, but a historical marker commemorates the site.

We headed into Bastrop for the next bonus.  Ardys Kellerman, a legend in the long distance motorcycle community, was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident earlier this year at the age of 81.  Ardys didn’t start riding until she was in her 50’s but had documented riding over one million miles on BMW motorcycles.  Ardys was a joy to be around and always had a ready smile, a cheerful attitude and was best known by her nickname - Queenie.  Prior to her passing, she had mentioned to the Rallymaster, Wayne Boyter, that the statue would make a good bonus for a rally.  Named in her honor, Queenie’s Request, was a statue of a fireman saving a small child.  We were honored to include it in our route. 

The next stop in our tour of Texas was Auditorium Shores Park in Austin for a photo at the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue.  The rally instructions stated that at exactly noon a photographer would take one photo of anyone present.  You and your rally flag had to be visible in the photo.  We arrived a bit early, found a place to park and made our way across the park to the statue.  Everyone clustered around the statue trying to ensure they would be visible in the photo.  And exactly as stated, at noon a photo was taken and everyone scattered to the winds. 

Due to the horrible schedule of the previous days exploits, we modified our plan and headed to a big point bonus outside of Belton, TX.  Somehow Chris got separated from us as we followed David on a grand tour of downtown Austin and the state capital building.  We finally made our way to I-35, when David announced his rear tire was going flat again.  Knowing there was nothing we could do at the point, we waved and left him on his own.  We zipped up I-35 to Belton where we would find the next 2000 point bonus.

At the Golden Ranch, we would have the chance to fire a handgun at our rally flag.  In order to score the points, you had to hit your rally flag with at least one shot.  Obviously, everyone who had left Stevie Ray Vaughn has the same idea and the line to shoot was quite long.  We waited over an hour to shoot and I quickly managed to put all three shots into my rally flag. 

The deadline to be at the finish line was 6:00PM.  We still had to make our way to Stephenville, TX for a mandatory bonus at the Hard 8 BBQ where we had to sit down and eat a traditional Texas BBQ meal.  I-35 was shutdown north of the shooting bonus so we plotted a course avoiding the interstate and headed to Stephenville.  Thank goodness for the high speed limits on Texas two lane highways.  Often 75mph, we took full advantage and zipped into Hard 8 for some BBQ.  Slow service made us a bit nervous as the clock was definitely clicking down.  Grabbing gas for the final run into Dallas, we were off. 

We managed to check in at the finish with 15 minutes to spare!   We did manage to find a car with horns on it!

Scoring time now.  We got our paperwork in order and turned everything in to be scored.  While we waited, we relaxed in the bar/restaurant and spent time chatting with other riders.  Just so happens Auburn and Texas A & M were playing and the TV was on.  Being a big Auburn fan and fueled by a couple of margaritas, Barbara certainly let everyone know her allegiance as Auburn managed to defeat A & M and Johnny Football. 

David rolled in a bit late with a new rear tire courtesy of a very accommodating Kawasaki dealer in Austin. 

Scoring as horribly slow as a couple of the scheduled scorers had emergencies and couldn’t make it.  We enjoyed a couple more adult beverages, a delicious Mexican buffet, and good company for a long time.  We finally got our chance to get scored and it was a painless process as we always try to make sure we don’t leave points at the scoring table.  Scoring continued well into the late evening.  Knowing that we didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of being in the top tier, we gave up and headed to the room for a shower and bed.  We still had a 600 mile ride home Sunday morning. 

The hotel had some difficulty getting a rather meager breakfast out on time but we finally were able to eat and hit the road.  The weather was nice and cool, the interstate boring as usual but we made the dash home in a bit over 10 hours.  

After a 2^nd place finish the weekend before, it was quite disappointing to finish at the bottom of the list, but we did finish.  Overall, it was a great rally with the chance to see parts of Texas we had never seen.  We’ll be back next year with a much greater appreciation of planning a rally in the great state of Texas!  East coast planning doesn't work in Texas!

Riding the Void 8

For the first time in 6 years I participated in a rally without my loving co-pilot, Barbara.  Her week was spent on the beach as I prepped to ride solo.  This meant I had to revisit the process since my secretary wasn't going to be in charge of keeping up with the bookkeeping!

Adjustments were made and I was sure I had a workable solution before leaving early Friday morning on October 11th for Brunswick, GA which was the selected start point for this years rally.  It was an easy ride only complicated by the intense fog and spitting rain I encountered in Montgomery which made me miss a turn and take a scenic tour of some of the less than desirable areas of the capital city.  Arriving in Brunswick around 4 PM, I got settled into the hotel and enjoyed an evening socializing with other riders at a nearby watering hole.

Rallying with another rider has certain benefits.  The main one is there is someone along who can help you pick up the pieces if you crash and burn in the middle of nowhere.  You are totally on your own collecting bonuses, keeping records, getting lost (which seems to always be the case when the GPS leads you down some winding goat path), and making other mistakes.  I would be riding along with good friend from Athens, GA - David Clark.  You'll have to ask him for his views on the rally outcome!

The scenario for this year's Void was a bit different from years past.  The start would be on a Saturday rather than the normal Friday due to some scheduling conflicts with the host hotel in Fredericksburg, VA.  Starting at 9:00 AM on Saturday, we had 31 hours to be at the finish line on Sunday.  A mandatory 3 hour rest break fit in there somewhere and in order to avoid penalties, we had to be ready for scoring by 2 PM.  The plan was to make it into Fredericksburg in plenty of time to avoid those penalties.

The theme for the 8th running of the Void was music so every bonus location was in in some way related to music - from bonuses about the Allman Brothers to Led Zeppelin and everything in between.  The planned route would encompass Georgia, South Carolina, Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, West Virginia, and Virginia.

Starting with a time of 0852 and an odometer reading of 26271, the first bonus was a photo of a YMCA about 1/4 mile from the gas station.  I texted my start information in to the designated number and it was on the road!  I would later check to make sure I got an OK back ensuring the information had been received.

Next on the list was a photo of The Music Store in Bloomingdale GA.  Music stores certainly fit the theme.  Photo snapped at 0957.

About photographs!  For some reason photos wouldn't transfer from the cameras SD card to computer so this is a photo-less ride report.  Sorry about that!

Bonuses fell in quick procession as the day went on.  Photographs of statues of the likes of James Brown, pictures of gun stores and florists in honor of Guns and Roses, symphonic performing arts centers, Buffalo Wild Wings, Greenwood, SC and on.

Around 7:00 PM we had made our way to Hiltons, VA and the home of the Carter Family Fold.  Dedicated to the preservation and performance of old time country and bluegrass music, it has been operating since 1979.  Johnny Cash played his last concert there in 2003 only a few months before his death.  This evening was performance night and the place was packed.  We had to photograph a large record mounted on the side of the building.  Maneuvering between parked cars, buses, and pedestrians was a challenge, but photo accomplished it was off to the next bonus.

The Crooked Road:  Virginia's Heritage Music Trail winds through the mountains of Southwest Virginia and I do mean winds!  Aptly named Crooked Road, as darkness fell we arrived at 1957 with an odometer reading of 26858.  10 hours into the rally and 587 miles under the tires.

Into Kentucky and the Van Lear Coal Miner's Museum in Butcher Hollow honored in the song by Loretta Lynn - Coal Miner's Daughter.  Buried in the hills of eastern Kentucky, the museum was seeing double duty as a Haunted House as evidenced by the crowd of teens and young adults lined up on the doorsteps.  I convinced a young lady to hold my rally flag for the obligatory photograph and soon it was off again.  Time is 2242 and the odometer reads 29686.

Weaving through Kentucky and Ohio snagging bonuses brought us to Cross Lanes, WV which is the home of country music star Kathy Mattea.  Cross Lanes also claims to be America's Largest Unincorporated City.  A photo of the sign proclaiming it to be the home of Kathy was snapped and then across the street for the start of our rest bonus.  Time is 1:00 AM odometer reads 27111.

Behind schedule a bit at this point, the rest bonus was going to be 3 hours only.  Sleep temporarily escaped me since it does take a little while to calm down from the frenetic pace of rallying, and way to soon the alarm announced it was time to get moving.  Coffee cup full, it was off to the capital of West Virginia - Charleston for a receipt.

At the pump next to me was a group of taxi driver's frantically trying to render aid to one of their passengers - a scantily clad lady who appeared to be either having a panic attack or maybe a little too much pharmaceutical fun.  Rather comical in a sad way as she was laid out on the back seat of a taxi breathing into a bag as the Three Stooges played paramedic.  I have no idea what the outcome was since we quickly rolled on.

Into every life some rain must fall is the old saying and today was not going to be an exception to that rule.  Rain started falling around daybreak and would be the theme for the remainder of the day.

Bonuses in honor of Hank Williams fell in quick succession enroute to Winchester, VA and a bell tower with a plaque honoring the legendary Patsy Cline.  It is now 1144 and we are 1200 miles into the rally.  Fredericksburg is not that far away now but the rain continues to slow our progress.

The Rainbow Road was the site of the filming of “Sweet Dreams” the story of the life of Patsy Cline.  Located in Rippon, WV, it had the appearance of a true honky tonk complete with a neon rainbow across the top of the building.  1215 and the clock is really starting to click down.

One more bonus stop - Cracker Barrel.  We had found one near the finish line and had to take a photograph sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the front porch along with a picture of our motorcycle with the Cracker Barrel in the background.  It’s now 1415 and sadly penalty points have started to accrue.

Finish Line!  2:25 and 1317 miles under the wheels.  Quickly gathering what is needed to complete scoring, I sat down and completed my tally sheet listing all 38 bonuses to be claimed.  Reviewing it before turning in my envelope for scoring I discovered I had left a bonus out and had to rewrite the entire thing!  More penalty points!  Anyway, I managed to turn my envelope in at 1519 incurring a total of 49 penalty points.

We hung around and waited to be scored.  Sitting down with the scorer, we quickly ran though the list without losing any more points.  You never know where you stand until the final tally is announced at the banquet.

Shower, quick nap, and then off the banquet for socializing, dinner and the awards ceremony.  The dinner was plentiful and delicious as we waited for the final announcement of awards.  A bit of a computer glitch delayed the announcement as Scott, the Rallymaster, tap danced a bit killing time.

Finally it was awards time.  As the top finishers were announced, I was surprised to hear my name called for 2nd Place among the Brunswick starters.  1829 points was my total score.  The winner from Brunswick - John Bailey - finished with 1847.   Penalty points had cost first place!

With only 3 hours sleep in the last 40 hours or so, bed and blissfull sleep soon claimed me.

Early alarm clocks are evil when you are tired, but home was still over 700 miles away.  Breakfast was gobbled, the bike loaded and homeway bound I soon was.  It was still spitting rain as I made my way to the interstate for the boring slog home.  Dense fog covered the hills of eastern Virginia slowing the pace a bit.  At one point, visibility dropped to virtually nothing as I crossed the mountains.  Near Bristol, VA the sun came out and the skies were bright and clear.  745.7 miles by the GPS and I made it in only 3 stops.  11 hours and 46 minutes total time to get home averaging 63.2 mph.

Tuesday would be a day of rest and maintenance before leaving for Texas to ride in the Big Tex Rally - another story in itself.


This is the route from home.....through the rally......and back home again.

2013 Cape Fear Rally and Annual Bike Wash

Cape Fear 2013

AKA 2013 Cape Fear Rally and Annual Bike Wash

Yes, another ride report.  I spend the time to create these not only to share with folks who might be interested, but just as importantly, to help my failing memory keep track of who, what, when, where, and how.  This was our seventh consecutive Cape Fear Rally and in all honesty, they start merging together.  If we've been to a bonus before, I remember that - but when is a totally mystery.  Anyway, on with the show.  

The fun and games this year would kick off in Union City, TN located in the northwestern part of the state just a stone's throw from the Kentucky border.  Weather in the Southeast in the springtime is always interesting to say the least.  The Weather Channel becomes omnipresent as rally time approaches.  This year didn't appear to break any molds as rain, storms, high winds, etc. were forecast for just about anywhere we might venture over the weekend.  

We made the ride up Thursday April 18th without incident having made our way to this part of the country many times.  Storm clouds were gathering as we arrived at the motel and we quickly unloaded and got the bike covered. We rested for a while and piddled around with our projected route.   Possible bonus locations were scattered over a 10 state radius from Pennsylvania to Georgia.  Dinner was at a nearby restaurant where the riders gathered to share stories, poke fun, and issue good natured challenges.  Just as we left, the rain started in earnest and continued well into the night as the front passed through.  Of course, the TV was glued to the Weather Channel!

The object of the game is simple.  Travel from your start location in Union City, TN to the finish line in Wilmington, NC in the allotted 29 hours and garner as many points as possible.  Failing to reach the finish in the allotted time means you have DNF'd or classified as Did Not Finish - not a good thing!  Of course, the further from a direct route the bonus is, the more points it is worth.  Lots of big point bonuses were located in places like Mobile, AL, near Cleveland, OH, north of Pittsburg, PA for example.  The only drawback to getting these big points in getting there and to the finish line in time.  They all turned out to be more miles than we wanted to tackle.  A more circuitous route was picked that would let us see lots of Tennessee, Virginia, and North Carolina.  

One of the priorities in our route selection was to avoid walking as much as possible.  Still in recovery from some recent Achilles Tendon surgery made hiking a no starter!  So every bonus we chose was based on the need to ride straight to the bonus without a hike.  Fewer points in some cases, but doable!  The planned route has us riding 1189 miles.  

We always tend to cajole and poke a fellow rider from Athens, GA with route selections.   Sometimes to see if he has a better solution, sometimes just to jerk each others chain a bit.  Regardless of this good natured banter, once the clock started it was game on and may the best rider finish higher!  We compared notes this time and he happened to like my solution better than his.  

Start time was 10:00 AM EST on the dot!  The odometer read 154493 and game on!  We absolutely, positively, had to be in Wilmington, NC by 3:00 PM EST the following day.  28 hours, 1189 miles meant we had to keep an overall average speed of 41 mph.  Easy since the first 600 miles or so were all interstate.  But wait....there is a monkey wrench.  There is a mandatory rest break that must be started between midnight and 6:00 AM.  4 hours minimum up to a maximum of 6 hours which garners the most points.  So, 6 hours of rest now means our average speed must be 51.6!  Still no problem since we have so much interstate riding at higher speeds.  

One of the wildcard bonuses was to document your visit to 4 public libraries along your route.  Since the nearest was less than 2 miles from the start, that became our first bonus stop.  The Orion County Public Library - which I think every rider from Wilmington grabbed on the way out of town.  



 Next on the agenda was a photo of a pyramid shaped tombstone in a cemetary in Nashville, TN.  Directions were pretty good so straight there we went.  We arrived at 12:35 PM with an odometer reading of 154673 .  180 miles down.  



Well, finding this grave wasn't quite as easy as we thought.  A huge cemetary with a maze of roads!  How hard can it be to find a tombstone shaped like a pyramid guarded by two sphinx statues?  Harder than we thought as we zigged and zagged sorta following a fellow rider.  We see him parked and off the bike so we pull in behind and jump off to start looking.  We spot it - a nice little hike away across semi-rough ground.  My foot started barking loudly immediately while Barbara stepped in a hole and face planted in the grass.  A photo opportunity missed!  But we found our bonus, took a photograph and somehow negotiated the maze back out of the graveyard.  I do dislike graveyard bonuses!

Next stop is Spring City, TN for a photo of a memorial to the children lost in a horrific school bus crash in the 50's.  We arrived at 3:18 PM with 154820 on the odometer. 327 miles down and we are still on schedule.  



Now it is a 300 mile slog across Tennessee into Virginia.  It is chilly and damp but no rain yet.  Heated gear is wonderful as we manage to stay mostly warm.  Our only stops so far are bonus and gas.  

The rally book warned us that in getting to our next bonus the GPS may route you along a dirt road.  It was absolutely correct!  Although we had yet to directly encounter any rain, we continued to see evidence of wet roads and standing puddles of water.  It is now dark as we turn off onto Buffalo Road headed to the Blue Mountain Church reported to be in Laurel Fork, VA.  Rough, wet muddy roads and 1000 lb Goldwings are not a match made in heaven.  We slipped and negotiated our way to this beautiful isolated mountain church.  Would love to have seen it in daylight, but we snapped a picture and negotiated the slippery parking lot.  

 

Time is 8:22 PM odometer reads 155121.  628 mile - almost halfway through and on perfect schedule at this point.  

Luckily we routed out of there without having to suffer the dirt road again.  Mountain roads in Virginia in the dark are never fun and tonight was no disappointment.  Still no rain which is a blessing.  Somewhere on the way out, we got behind a local pulling a trailer with a 4-wheeler on it.  He obviously knew the roads and was flying through the curves and switchbacks so we did the obvious thing and just fell in behind him.  He also made a very good deer catcher!

Somewhere around Danville, VA and 10:00 PMish, we caught the front that had been moving ahead of us all day.  Intermittent rain at first before settling into a steady drizzle.  Oh, the joy!  Since we both wear waterproof clothing it is simply a matter of hunkering down and making miles. 

Next stop is Halifax, VA for a photograph of a junkyard sculpture of a dinosaur in front of the library.  Expecting a T-Rex, instead we found this!



Disappointing!  But we did get a photograph of the library for our 2nd library.

Time is 11:08 and the odometer reads 155250.  757 miles in!

More mountain roads continued rain enroute to Alberta, VA for a picture of a plaque in memory of some fellow named Sonny Johnson.  Alberta is a very small ghost time at 12:41 AM.  We saw no other living beings anywhere and not a lot of anything else.  We grabbed the picture and took off with the odometer at 155326 - 833 miles in.  Now begins the real fun and games.  

It is time for our rest bonus which we have preplanned in Roanoke Rapids, NC.  My brain tells me to head east, hit I-95 south and get there fairly quickly.  All 3 of our GPS's had different ideas.  Well, it is dark, rainy, and we are starting to get a bit tired so we chose to follow the GPS.  HA HA f***ing HA!

Once we crossed I-95 where we should have turned south, and off on some circuitous route known only to the idiots at Garmin, the rain which had to this point been simply an annoyance grew to biblical proportions.  Not just rain, but horizontal rain coupled with wind gusts that would send you from one side of the road to the other.  And of course, curvy, hilly, 2-lanes!  Thank goodness there was little traffic.  What should have been a quick run to a nice warm motel room became an odyssey that Noah would have avoided.  
We started our rest bonus at 1:55 AM.  Now that we are so far behind schedule we chose to cut an hour off of the maximum of 6 in an attempt to regain some time.  4 hours and 55 minutes later we are back on the road at 6:50AM. 

The good news is the rain has stopped as we head for Seaboard, NC and a photo of a historical marker. 

Now a series of quick bonuses fairly close together.  

A photo of the Halifax Resolves monument. 


A bonus honoring Veterans.



The 4-H Club

Now off to Edenton, NC for two bonuses only a few feet apart.  Thank you Rallymaster!

First is a Civil War Trails Placard for the Battle of Albemarle Sound.



Followed by a photo of some cannons and chimneys!



Time is now 9:25 AM with the odometer at 155515.  We are at 1022 miles.  Even with the rain and rest stop we've managed over 1000 miles in 24 hours.  

Another cemetary is on the list in Roper, NC.  Thank goodness this is a small one!  We had to find the marker for Burl C. Swain.  



Chocowinity, NC and a Blue Painted Crab Statue. Time is 10:57 AM odometer is at 155586.   



Havelock, NC and a photo of an A-4 Skyhawk.  Time 11:49 AM odometer 155637 or 1144 miles.  



The clock is ticking down and we are watching our arrival time in Wilmington.  It's only 101 miles by the most direct route, but that isn't the route we are following.  Anyway, we keep a watchful eye on our arrival time since we are headed to the coastline.  It isn't a pretty day - cloudy and cool so our hopes are the beachgoers have stayed home alleviating the traffic problems. 

Now it's Moorhead City, NC and a picture of the Carolina Sounder monument.  The instruction are specific - photo must be taken from the water side looking face to face with the fisherman.  You gotta read the instructions since it would have been easy to snap a picture from the street and roll on out.  

  

12:29 PM and odometer is at 155659.  1166 miles.

Traffic is starting to pickup at we head to Swansboro, NC and a photo of CPT Otway Burns.  It's in a small park by the bridge.  Well, there are lots of bridges and we managed to go right past the "small park".  So now it's turn around in traffic and turn across traffic into the parking lot.  The clock is ticking!

We had two more small point bonuses that would have taken us directly along the coastline.  With traffic increasing and the clock ticking, we chose to skip the last two and head for the finish line.  

One final stop to pick up another wild card bonus which is a 6-pack of your favorite beverage.  Of course, stores are never on the same side of the road so we found one, crossed traffic and got our last bonus.  

We hit the finish line with about 20 minutes to spare.  Had we gone to the last two bonuses, I think we would have been late.  

Gathering everything necessary for scoring, we waited in line comparing notes with everyone.  Our friend from Athens managed to get the full 6 hour rest and grabbed the last two bonuses.  He had a great ride and the difference was he didn't listen to the Garmin bitch and hit I-95 enroute to the rest bonus.  You have to let common sense and your own internal compass override that voice from the Garmin bitch sometimes!

Scoring was painless.  One of our goals during the rallies is never leave points at the scoring table by properly documenting everything.  We left no points at the table.  

Loads of delicious BBQ at the banquet as usual.  Jim Bain, the Rallymaster welcomed us all the the 2013 Cape Fear Rally and Annual Bike Wash.  In seven consecutive Cape Fear Rally experiences, we have yet to complete one without rain.  Don't know how he manages to do it, but he does!  Sometimes it's just a light rain, other times involve tornado sirens, torrential downpours, and the famed storms of biblical proportions.  You never know!

We finished in 8th place which was just fine with us.  A good night's sleep was sure to follow.  Had we managed to ride the route as planned,  it would have been a tie for 3rd place. Oh well, there is always next year.     

We took our time leaving Wilmington and had a very pleasant ride towards home.  A stop for a big mid-day breakfast and painless transit through Atlanta made the ride easy.  

UNTIL Lincoln, Alabama - 93 miles from home.  We had been hearing a different sound over the last couple of days from the rear of the bike.  I had checked several times and could see nothing amiss.  Maybe just a brake pad slightly dragging.

When we stopped in Lincoln at a very nice Pilot for a potty break and cold drink, I noticed the rear brake didn't seem to have much stopping power as we exited the interstate.  Getting down to take a look, the entire rear of the bike and tire are covered in 90W oil and the final drive is hot to the touch!  Yes that is correct - a Honda Goldwing with a failed final drive.  After over 156,000 miles who would have thought it would break down!

Anyway, a call to my son at home got him on the way with my truck and trailer.  After 7 faithful years and loads of miles, the final result was to rest on a trailer for the very first time.  Oh the shame!


Postscript to the whole story!

I will admit that I have been suffering from NBF (New Bike Fever) for sometime now.  I've looked at, test rode, sat on, drooled over many different new motorcycles ranging from a big adventure bike such as the Yamaha Tenere, the Triumph Explorer or BMW GS to the new Yamaha FJR, The BMW K1600GTL, or the new Triumph sport tourer.  All have a certain appeal!

But, I have yet to find one will do everything the Honda Goldwing lets us do.  Unlimited accessories, tons of storage, comfort beyond anything else we've tried, and that good ole Honda reliability.  With that said........ this followed me home last weekend from Texas.  



2008 Honda Goldwing with lots of bells and whistles already in place and very low mileage.  The bike had 14,305 miles and was a one owner.  Barbara had already said no more red motorcycles so this fit the bill.  

Now I'm in the process of making this one our rally/touring bike.  Many accessories will direct swap, others will be replaced, and we'll reorganize and make this one even more efficient that the old one.  



Next adventure is in June.  We are headed to Salt Lake City, UT to participate in the final running of the Utah 1088.  Going to do a lot of flower sniffing on the way out through New Mexico and Colorado.   So stay tuned!

Tour of Honor 2013

The Tour of Honor is a self-directed motorcycle tour across the United States. There are currently 40 states participating in the 2013 Tour of Honor. The premise is simple - travel to as many of the selected sites as you want between April 1st and October 31st 2013. There are seven sites selected in each of the participating states.

All sites are memorials or monuments around the country honoring members of the Armed Forces, First Responders, etc. Some are simple small granite markers while others are elaborate memorial parks honoring our nation's heros. In order to be considered a finisher of the Tour of Honor (TOH, you must visit and document your visit to seven sites. The first three riders from who complete all memorials in a state are eligible for trophies.

The list of memorials was scheduled for release at 12:01 AM PST. Not wanting to be up at 2:00 AM, we were up early morning on the 1st to start our tour of Alabama. The original intent was to finish all seven sites in one epic ride. After looking at the locations, we knew that wasn't going to happen.

A bit of explanation of why is in order.
Wednesday, January 3rd I had surgery to remove a Haglund's Deformity from my right heel and repair the torn/calcified Achilles Tendon. I have significant degenerative osteoarthritis in both ankles and after viewing X-rays, Dr. Waldrop related that it looked like a bomb went off in my ankle. Oh joy!

Surgery went off without a hitch and I was resting fairly comfortably at home late that afternoon with my foot immobilized in a foot to ankle cast. Friday morning I was rudely aroused by the most horrific pain I have ever experienced. There were not enough drugs in the world to calm this down. Not only was I now trying to recover from the surgery, but GOUT had attacked that right ankle. Everyone has heard tales of someone who has experienced gout, and let me reassure you that everything that they may have said about the pain is very true. Excruciating pain that just can't be relieved. I can barely wiggle my toes, much less flex the ankle to get some relief.

We all suffered terribly for a week or so until things calmed down a bit. Barbara was and is a trooper who suffered right along with me. It's hard to be a happy camper when you are wishing for a sharp axe to just chop the offending member off! And admittedly, I am not a good patient!

Two weeks of the soft cast went by and then back to the doctor to have it replaced with a knee length hard cast. 5 weeks of no weight bearing and then slowly putting weight back on the ankle while in an immobility boot. Thank goodness for those neat little knee scooters that allow you to move around without crutches! You can really zip along on one of those little jewels. Hardly a replacement for my motorcycle, but not a bad way to get around.

A normal ankle has 25 degrees of upward flexion and 45 degrees downward flex. When I started visiting the Physical Therapists, hereafter known as the Nazi's, I had minus 4 degrees up flexion. Extensive abuse at the hands of the Nazi's have gotten the ankle to 11 degrees up flex which is probably the best it's gonna get.

So with all that said, I haven't done much motorcycle riding in the last 3 months. Barbara and I consulted and decided we would tackle six of the seven memorials on the first day. We left the house around 7:00 AM.

Some days things go your way, others well don't! Our first stop of the day was planned for Florence and the Point Park Memorial. About 30 miles up the road we encountered some repaving. Normally not a big issue as you wait for the pilot car to lead the way. Seems that one of those gigantic roller machines had broken down in the open lane completely blocking traffic. I could see the crew standing around scratching their heads and asses while they pondered how to move this monstrous heavy broken down roller. Finally, they got a road grader behind it and started to push inching it along. After 30 minutes of sitting and waiting we finally were able to proceed. This set the theme for the day with delays. It seemed as though we hit every red light in north Alabama.

Point Park is a neat memorial to war veterans of the area. Many pieces of artillery, anchors, helicopters, etc. are in the memorial along with a large monument. Snapping the required picture at 10:36 AM, and making a quick potty break we were off.

Huntsville is our next stop at the Huntsville Veterans Memorial. This is a work in progress with flags, historic time lines, bronze figures and an impressive flag pole. The US Flag flown here is 30 x 60 feet, weighs in at 130 pounds and is flown on a 140 foot tall pole. It is one of the tallest in the South.

From Huntsville we headed to Anniston and Centennial Memorial Park. Centennial Park is an all wars memorial for Alabama veterans killed in action since WW 1. A black granite memorial has the names of the 1,028 Alabama veterans lost in Vietnam. Other memorials include the names of veterans lost in WW1, WW2, Korean, Iraq and Afghanistan. The memorial honors the over 10,500 Alabamians who gave the ultimate sacrifice.

Next is Phenix City and the 9/11 Monument. In a park overlooking the Chatahootchee River is a monument to the brave fireman of New York who lost their lives at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. There is no indication of what organization placed the monument although wording on the monument would indicate it was placed by fellow firefighters. City officials aren't sure and none of the local engine companies take credit. A mystery to be solved.

Since we were so close, we headed to Columbus, GA to the Infantry Museum at Fort Benning. The National Infantry Museum and Soldier Center was opened in 2009 and is near the entry gate to Fort Benning. The museum includes historical displays, an IMAX theater, and Combat Simulators. The museum is closed on Mondays so we didn't get an inside tour. It is on our return to list!

While standing outside, a fellow and his wife walked up to inquire about my fuel cell on the rear of the Goldwing. That tank gets more questions! We chatted a minute and he related that he was also a rider of a StreetGlide. Curious about the multiple GPS's, we told the story of the TOH and discovered that he was Colonel David Haight, Commandant of the Infantry School. Turns out that today was his last day as an infantryman, since he was getting promoted the Brigadier General on April 2nd. Congratulations!

It's now 6 PM and we have 2 more stops to make before the day is done. Night is falling so we hit the interstate to Montgomery and the All Wars Memorial downtown on Jackson Street. We finally convinced the camera to take a picture in the dark and headed off to our last stop in Mountain Brook.

Hungry by now, we stopped at Steak and Shake in Prattville for some of their delicious burgers!

The Alabama Veterans Memorial in Mountain Brook is a sprawling monument on 20 odd acres. It is 10:30 PM and pitch black dark as there is no lighting in the park. Instructions said to take a short walk to the memorial site. Short is a matter of interpetation! Flashlights in hand, we walked along a very dark path through the woods with no idea how far "short is". It quickly became obvious that short means something totally different than it does to a fellow recovering from Achilles surgery. We heard a strange "tinkling" sound coming out of the dark from ahead. Stopping and listening, we tried to figure out what the sound was. Looming out of the darkness we could see the backside of the memorial as the path continued to wind around through the woods. The "tinkling" sound turned out to be the flags surrounding the monument. There was enough breeze to make the halyards ding against the flagpoles. There is no light so we illuminated the best we could and snapped a picture.

Home before midnight after 700 miles of mostly Alabama backroads and some pretty interesting sites. One Alabama memorial remained unclaimed and I decided to go for it on Tuesday.

After a brisk session Tuesday morning with the Nazi's, around noon, I suited up and headed south to Mobile. Beautiful day for a ride and I decided to stop in Leroy, AL for a quick pit stop and snack. A fellow Goldwing rider pulled up the pumps and we started chatting. Turns out he too was retired Army, and the quick chat turned into a 45 minute visit. So much for a quick trip!

Battleship Memorial Park in Mobile is a neat place to visit. Home of the battleship USS Alabama, the park also includes many other pieces of memorabilia including a WWII submarine. Open daily, the $6.00 entry fee is well worth it. You could easily spend hours wandering around taking in the sites.

That puts the Alabama TOH memorials in the books. A bit over 1100 miles and two good days of riding.

Next venture is the Cape Fear 1000 which kicks off April 19th from Union City, TN. Stay tuned.

The Big Texas Rally October 18-21 2012

Our last rally of the season is normally The Void but this year a newcomer to the rally scene popped up - The Big Tex Rally. Coming so soon on the heels of The Void would normally have us pass this one up, but an old friend and former next door neighbor wanted to try his hand at a rally expressed interest, so we elected to do some October riding in Texas!

Chris has limited long distance experience and no rally experience. We were going to tackle a 36 hour long rally which was a big bite to chew on for a first timer. After agreeing to jump in, the rally went on the calendar! Our goal was to finish with a respectable standing.

Rally books arrived a couple of weeks in advance so route planning began early. After a 5^th place finish in The Void, we were ready for a bigger challenge. The Big Texas Rally did not disappoint. Bonus locations were all located in the State of Texas. Saying Texas is a big place is a dramatic understatement. 800 plus miles across east to west and north to south leaves a lot of room for bonus locations. And they were scattered across all four corners. There was a mandatory bonus location approximately 50 miles west of Del Rio which further complicated planning since it was only available from 8:00 AM to 5 PM. We got our route figured and everything loaded into the GPS’s and were ready to roll. Weather forecast for Texas was just about perfect.

Our start location was Denison about 620 miles from home. We opted to leave Wednesday afternoon and break the trip into two parts. Monroe, LA was our stop for Wednesday night and after stopping for supper in Vicksburg, hopped back on the interstate for the last 100 miles or so. As soon as we crossed the Mississippi, the NEXRAD radar on the GPS lit up like a Christmas tree with severe storms in central LA. There were severe storm cells north of the interstate and one centered over Monroe. We were treated to a tremendous light show as lightning lit up the night sky in a display of nature’s fireworks. We hit rain about 20 miles out of Monroe, but lucky for us were able to avoid the worst of the storm. I hate riding at night in the rain!

It was an easy ride on into Denison on Thursday and after meeting Chris at the hotel, spending several hours trying to get all the bonus locations loaded into his GPS on the Gold Wing, we had a great steak dinner and settled in for the night.

Let’s talk for a minute about the rally structure. There were four different start locations, Orange, Denison, Anthony, and Dumas which are in the extreme corners of the state. All start locations had the same mandatory bonus in Langtry, TX. All riders were scored the same regardless of start location. In my opinion, the playing field is never level when you have riders starting from different locations. North and east starters have much more congestion to deal with while western starters have much more open roads and even higher speed limits on West Texas interstates. With that said, the winner did start from Denison!

Start was 6:00 AM Friday with rider’s meeting at 5:30. After dealing with paperwork and the admonishment to ride safely, the Rallymaster handed out an additional package of bonus locations worth major, major points. To include any of these bonus locations would have required a complete re-route for us, we opted to follow old words of wisdom - Plan your ride, Ride your plan. Remember our goal was to complete the ride with a respectable finish.

In planning, I considered the much higher speed limits on Texas secondary roads. Most rural roads have speed limits of 70 with interstate at 75-85. We had to manage an average of 45.5 mph for the duration of the rally. It was going to be necessary to go through Houston, planned for 3 PM before rush hour - no problem. This would bite us in the ass later!

6:00 AM and off we go into the dark. Texas has a very healthy deer (forest rat) population so we had to be a bit careful in the inky blackness of northeast Texas. First bonus is in Paris, TX which was 67 miles and a planned arrival of 7:01. We arrived at 7:10, snapped a quick picture and were soon away. We are already behind schedule.



Next was a historical marker for the town of Old Boston. We had scouted this one on the way in and knew exactly where it was. Planned arrival - 8:24, actual 8:35 at 142 miles. We haven’t lost anymore ground at least.  It was a bit windy so Barbara improvised flag holding!

Now off to Shady Glade Café on Caddo Lake. We had to find the fireworks donation box, donate a dollar and get a coozie or key fob. I stormed in with all the gear on, got strange looks from the patrons, threw a dollar in and grabbed my coozie. We obviously were the first riders to arrive. Scheduled arrival was 9:54 and we arrived at 9:54 210 miles into the ride. Woohoo….back on schedule.

Things went south from here on and it was purely my own routing fault. At the last minute, I decided to grab a bonus in Nacogdoches worth 1454 points, which really was a minor detour. What I failed to do was adjust arrival times for all subsequent bonuses. Duhhhhh……now we really are going to be behind! We had to find a marker about the Marx Brothers and after circling the block a time or two, we finally stopped and walked about to locate the marker. Found it and hit the road. 309 miles in and again way behind!

Next was Hemphill, TX and a monument to the crew of the Shuttle Columbia. When the Columbia disintegrated on re-entry February 1, 2003, the debris field stretched from Dallas east through Nacogdoches “(the heaviest concentration of debris and human remains)and on into Louisiana. We had to photograph the monument to the crew. Time is now 1:15 PM 370 miles into the rally. We are now over 1 hour behind schedule with the foray to Nacogdoches!



A large point bonus in a cemetery was next. I hate cemetery bonuses since you never know exactly where you will find what you are looking for. The grave of L.B. Easley with a large stone rabbit at the foot of the grave was the bonus. It was of course was on the very back of the graveyard! Luckily it didn’t take us too long to find it, take our pictures and head out. Time is 1:28 PM scheduled for 12:19 377 miles in.

The downhill slide really began as we headed to Houston and another pretty high point bonus. We should have arrived at 3:15 before rush hour instead we found Artwork and the giant head of Teddy Roosevelt at 5:01. 546 miles in and over 1:45 minutes behind.

We got back on the interstate only to find traffic at either a stop or inching along. This continued for what seemed an eternity until we decided to get off and run the access roads. Lots of stoplights but we were still moving much faster than the traffic on the interstate. Plus it let us get some cool air moving rather than melting in the almost 90 degree heat and exhaust fumes of the interstate. We stayed on access roads until it appeared traffic was moving at a brisk pace on the interstate. Now we are almost 3 hours behind!

We dropped bonuses in Goliad, TX electing to make up some time running the interstate to San Antonio. Nearing San Antonio, we stopped at a favorite place - Buccee’s. This is a gas stop in the middle of nowhere that rivals Wal-Mart in size with probably 40 gas pumps and a store that sells everything from t-shirts to fresh beef jerky. They are only found in Texas and if you ever get a chance you really should stop. It really is an amazing oasis in the middle of nowhere and it was hopping! We had a sandwich, took care of bodily functions, refueled and were on our way.

Texas is renowned for honky-tonks and our next stop was John T. Floores Country Store which has been around for over 60 years and is considered the musical birthplace of Willie Nelson. Google it to found out more. The first hint of trouble was when we saw cars parked alongside the road and people walking for well over a mile before getting to the joint. Old Town Helotes, TX is also filled with other entertainment and restaurants! The bonus was to get inside and take a photo of the sign that says “$100 fine for fighting”. There was no place to park, a huge line of people trying to get in, bands playing, police cars everywhere. We pondered a moment, looked at the mob, and decided to get the hell out of Dodge. In all fairness, the bonus was captured by a couple of other riders!  Another lost bonus……but we still are over 2 hours behind schedule and lots of night riding to do before starting our rest bonus.
Off to the fabled town of Luckenbach, Texas - population 2 - another famed Texas honky-tonk. I had been there before so knew what it looked it and how it was laid out. It was hopping as well but there was ample motorcycle parking. We parked, had to avoid some weird fellow who wanted to chat, and headed off to find our bonus - an Alaska license plate on the wall of the rest rooms. Thank goodness for Google as we had found it online and knew where to look. There are hundreds of old license plates! Time is now 10:30 PM and we are 853 miles into the ride. 2 hours behind even after dropping the Goliad bonuses.

We picked our way through the abundant deer population to Kerrville which was our scheduled rest location. Quick gas receipt at 11:15 PM and off to bed for a quick rest break. Mandatory rest was 4 hours up to a maximum of 8 at 15 points per minute. We had planned 6 but cut it down to 5 to try and make up some lost time. We were back on the road at 4:16. And it is jet black in the Hill Country and every deer in the world seemed to be out grazing alongside the road.

We dropped 2 bonuses enroute to the mandatory in an effort to make up time.

In order to finish Day 2 of our route, we needed to be at the mandatory bonus in Langtry pretty close to opening time at 8:00 AM. The CB staying alive with deer warnings every couple of minutes it seemed which definitely slowed our pace. No traffic was present so the bright HID’s stayed on. At some point along the road, we rounded a curve and saw 6 bright shining eyes in the middle of the road. A family of raccoons were sauntering down the middle of the road. We saw them….they saw us and they panicked. I had chosen to go past them on the right, but Junior was suicidal and decided to break left at the last minute. He ran right into the left side of the bike and hit me right about the shift lever, footpeg and my BOOT! KERTHUMP! Chris managed to avoid them as the one in the middle stayed the course.

I don’t know what happened to Junior as I was busy trying to see if my left foot still worked and whether or not I had a footpeg and shift lever. Everything was present and still operational but I had visions of raccoon innards all over the bike. When we stopped there was no evidence of the collision and maybe Junior just has a really bad headache!

We made it into Del Rio for gas and a quick bite of breakfast at Burger King. Off to the mandatory bonus!

Our next bonus is a Texas Rest Area and museum for Judge Roy Bean - Law West of the Pecos. Pretty neat place to explore if you have time…..we’ve been there before! The Rio Grand closely follows Hwy 90 out of Del Rio and the Border Patrol was in abundance. We zipped through the checkpoint without a problem and made good time on these wide open high speed Texas backroads. Scheduled arrival 8:02 and we hit it at 8:06! We are now 1106 miles into the rally with 12 hours left to go.

We quickly stopped on the way back for a National Park Stamp at the Amistad National Recreation area.

We didn’t stop for gas on the way out - an almost fatal mistake. This is West Texas and gas stops are sometimes few and far between. We had no worries since our aux tank was full, but Chris was running just on the stock Gold Wing tank. The high speed run to Langtry had cost us some fuel mileage. We crossed our fingers, held the speed down a bit and made it to the next gas stop. Chris had less than ½ gallon left! Whew!

Onward to Fort McKavet, a Texas Historical Site where we had to take a picture of the ruins of the Commanding Officers Quarters. Scheduled arrival 10:54 actual arrival 11:04 - not too far behind considering a gas stop and slower speeds trying to conserve fuel. 1296 miles in now.

Billy the Kid’s grave in Hamilton, TX is next. Oh boy, another cemetery! Google let us see exactly what we were looking for, the coordinates were right next to the grave. Zip in….zip out. 1458 miles and only 18 minutes behind. We almost have this one in the books.

Now it is off to BMW of North Dallas to take a picture of Rupert Austin holding our rally flag. Dallas traffic is horrible even on Saturday afternoon. We pulled in and were directed back to the service area. When we walked in and loudly asked who was Rupert Austin, everyone simply pointed. This is Rupert! Time is 4:27 PM and we are actually now 17 minutes ahead of schedule. 1603 miles.

One last bonus to grab and that was the Texas Theater where Lee Harvey Oswald was apprehended after the assassination of JFK. We had to find and photograph the poster of the movie that was playing that infamous afternoon - “War is Hell”. A parking space was right in front and a nice lady inside directed us upstairs where the poster was located. Other riders related they had to search for it - we were just lucky! Time is 5:15 1627 miles!

Straight to the finish line we go only 11 miles away and we have 45 minutes to make it.
We checked in at the finish at 5:30PM with 30 minutes to spare. Total mileage 1637 miles in less than 36 hours - we had finished a Bun Burner 1500 while rallying with a 5 hour rest break. Not too shabby!  The only decent stretch of interstate we rode was from Houston to San Antonio.  Everything else was secondary roads!

Final standing put is in the middle of the pack and the 5^th highest mileage ridden. It damn sure wasn’t the most efficient route, but we had accomplished the initial goal - a respectable finish.  Barbara and I didn't leave any points at the scoring table.  Crhis however, somehow forgot to claim a bonus which even with an identical ride left him one place below us.   Chris is now broken in with a good rally under his belt and a possible BB1550 certification. Not a bad start for a prospective new rally rider!

The ride home Sunday was simply an uneventful 600 mile drone down the interstate.
Last rally of the season with no big rides on the horizon until spring when we will head to Jacksonville for the annual IBA Pizza Party. Next year could be a busy riding year! We are of course headed to Cape Fear in April, the last Utah 1088 in June, maybe the Big Sky Rally in August. We shall see.

Ride safe!