The first member of the Southern Ridin' Crew that didn't fly home
is home! 92 degrees and bright sun welcomed me to Florida around 12pm. Yuck. Off goes the leather.
Yesterday, Chy, Gordon (the strip searched one) and your's truly left Pat's around 6:30AM with no wonderful host or hostess around. Well deserved rest indeed. Chy and Gordon went right towards the West as I rolled down lovely 21 once again. Egads, we all three got lost and were reunited just short of I-86. I have no idea how this happened. It seemed like a dream. Departing again, I turned toward Corning and found Grump and Snert's gusty winds. After a quick stop in Gettysburg, I found rain just short of the Capital Beltway in DC. I always seem to find rain in crowded metropolitan areas
. Leaving DC and a nasty traffic jam behind I found myself in Fayetteville, NC at around 9pm last evening. That's right campers, 600+ miles of nearly all slab. Whew. I awoke at 5:30AM and was back in the saddle around 6:30AM. A lovely ride through South Carolina gave way to searing heat and Moe's dreaded love bugs in Georgia and Florida. At around 2:45pm, I turned off I-95 and into Port Orange, FL. I needed one last gas stop and a bit of Gatorade and found both at my neighborhood Shell station. I was a bit shocked when I discovered the bald English lad working the register named "Adrian". Didn't know that Hardley was so fast Ade!
Thanks to Pat and Jane for such a great time. To all my friends from the site new and old, I appreciate each one of you and cherish our association. I'll see y'all next time. 3,000+ miles on the fast blue one in a week. Now, where are the other members of the Southern Ridin' Crew!?
Ryan
