Rolled up my alley about ten o'clock last nite and if by magic the garage door goes up.... wife had the radar out I guess. Prying myself outta the seat and a big hug and kiss later she asks if I had fun. Apparently I didn't stop talking for 20 minutes, at a louder than socially accepted level, road noise ya know. She suggested that I may need cosmetic surgery to repair the wind/sun burn as well as correcting the perma-grin.
Chy 'n Di..... words hardly seem adequate. You my friends are the cream of the crop. I've been very fortunate in my life to meet some wonderful people but what a treat to meet the benchmark of "what good people are about". Thank you so much for everything!
The rest of you, once again words are hardly enough....what an outstanding collection of humans. The wife and I have this little joke about my internet interactions. After hitting the forums for awhile she'll ask how my "imaginery friends" are doing. Afterall, as everybody knows the internet isn't real people, hehehe. Well indeed it would be near impossible to imagine a finer group of people. I felt more like I was at a family reunion than a bike rally so to speak. For me,there was everybody.... brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and a few REALLY SCARY cousins. Oh and did I mention SCARY COUSINS!? ....lol
As a few of you may know I was really hesitant on attempting the trip. There was times when I swear it was down to pure grit to keep going, choke down a few of the "good pills" and gas on! Gotta tell ya though, I am SOOOO glad I did and would do it again in a heartbeat even if I have to install a morphine drip on the bike. Hmmm, Brent, ya out there bud.... can I get an IV bag hanger in polished stainless!? Flames on it maybe?
It was a pleasure my friends.......
Steve
Oh and by the way.... forgot to mention another thanks to Chy and Di. About that list of things I have to do before I die. Number 147, Ride through downtown Atlanta at 95 mph.... checked off baby!!! Gas on!
