OT: Just Sharing Another Saturday Motorcycle Ride With Ya'll
Yesterday (Sat. 9-6-08) the wife and I headed out at 7 a.m. and met up with some of our cycling friends for a day ride. There were 9 motorcycles all total. It was damp and foggy, and there was a very light misting of rain. We all stood around talking, drinking coffee, and basically waiting for the weather to clear up a bit so we could head on down the road.
The mist of rain finally let up at about 8:45 a.m. We saddled up our steel ponies and headed east on Hwy. 72 towards the Georgia line, then headed north up Hwy. 79 across Skyline Mountain, with the low rumble of the exhausts echoing through the crisp morning air. When we got to the top of the mountain, the fog was as thick as pea soup, and the temperature dropped several degrees. We pulled over so the others could put on their jackets, but I was actually enjoying the early-fall coolness myself, so I decided to leave mine in the saddlebag. Visibility was only about 100 yards, so needless to say, we took it easy and cruised along at only about 40 mph. We stopped at the only small store on top of the mountain for a nice hot cup of coffee and some conversation, and to allow the ladies to warm up a bit. The lady who owned the store had fresh home-made fried pies - chocolate, peach and apple - for $1.00 each. Although they looked and smelled great, I was theonly one who passed on them. The others thoroughly enjoyed them, and thouroughly enjoyed telling me how good they tasted.
After about 20 minutes, it was time to saddle up the steel ponies and head on down the backside of the mountain into Tennessee. We skirted around Winchester and rode on into Deckherd, where once again we stopped for a butt break and some more coffee, and to decide where to go from there. After 20 minutes or so of discussion, it was the decided that we would take Hwy. 41 into Manchester and stop there for a bite of lunch. Manchester was about a 20 mile ride from where we were. By that time the temperature had risen to a more comfortable level and the ride along Hwy. 41 was really nice.
Once in Manchester, we stopped at a local Mexican restaurant for lunch. I ordered the pintos & cheese appetizer (about a 1/2 cup serving) and watched as the others scarfed down huge plates of tacos, burritos, Mexican rice, and chips and salsa. Needless to say, they were stuffed by the time we had to saddle up again, and were probably more suited for a siesta than for motorcycle riding. Nonetheless, we fired up the steel ponies and headed towards Tullahoma. From there, it was on in to Lynchburg where we stopped so a couple of the folks could purchase some leather items they wanted. We strolled around Lynchburg looking at the other motorcycles parked around the square, the leather shops, and gift shops for more than an hour. Then, we headed back towards Fayetteville where we stopped at a gas station for one last cup of coffee and some conversation about the day's ride and events before saying our goodbyes. After the handshakes and hugs, everyone split up and headed on back to their homes. Another wonderful day of riding motorcycles through some beautiful country, the company of friends, and enjoying life was now in the books.
Ahhhhhh, ain't life grand? I know mine's soooo much better since WLS!
Brenda
Brenda