That rain sure sounded great under my tarp while swinging in my hammock last night at the campground. It finally quit when Paul and I got to Dalton. Made it to Memphis in one piece despite all the wildlife. Saw a doe doing a squirrel impersonation on 52. It ran out into the road, spun to the left, then to the right, and ran off when I was about 20 yards away. Then after Paul and I split up, the biggest buzzard I've ever seen did a kamikaze run into the left front of my bike. It wasted my left driving light. Fully engaged my clutch lever with my fingers on the grip. Got my first 2 fingers pretty good. Then proceeded to hit me in the left knee and shoulder. And I may have been going rather rapidly seeing how Paul was no longer with me.
Great rally. So lucky to get to hang out with y'all. Can't wait till the next one.
