Ok all you southern riders. Slabbing it is the sign of the rain dance. Lynn and I rode 52 to 15. Saturday had us riding in misty conditions for 45 minutes or so. No rain, till literally at the FL/GA border Monday at noon. Then it was heavy till right before Steamboat Lilly's (10 miles or so) where we were going to stop for lunch, cept for that black weather that we just sprinted through and was heading our way. I wore my rain gear on Sunday. Lynn never wore hers the whole way home! We pushed the threshold of repellency on Monday by alas, dried off nicely after a half-hour or so in the wind. Stopped fer the night in the wonderful resort town of Baxley, GA. Pine Lodge motel, 40 bucks after all charges for the night.

Ryan had called us Monday morning. Phone was not answered and as I noticed the fact that he had called, I heard on CNN that FL was afire. Well, we rode south on 15 to US1 then 295 to 95 and rode on the slab till Ryan's exit where the interstate was ah'shut down. Took Taylor to Spruce Creek to US1. Home no problem. That is weird cause our return route was, exactly, the route we had traveled up to the rally. Us Floridians know how the Texas folks are feeling. These fires are almost as bad as the inferno of '98.

Moral? Roll it like you smoke it. Nice and easy and on the less traveled roads. You’ll see more country, stay drier (right) and eat at bona fide country bumpkin (how’s the frost out on the pumpkins?) greasy spoons.

Blowing gravel off rural roads