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That was Friday night, met so many members of HSOA I couldn’t begin to name them off. But you guys know who you are, without my 2cents. After eating and chatting with so many, I was ready for to hay, so off I went to the motel and a good nights sleep. Got up at 0600 and had a bit in the lobby and jumped in the saddle by 0700 to meet up for a 200 to 250 mile ride through the North Georgia hills. I never knew it was so pretty there. On other road trips I usually turn a loop east or west about the Georgia line back to NC or TN. I had missed out on some real nice twisty roads on Mountains and around lakes and into valleys. How did I miss all this before? Glad I met up with the group for this ride. We got back to the home front and the BBQ was on. Man What a great bunch of folks. The presented me with a book that they had put together of the entire thread of my journey. A journey that they too had walked with me. They were there for me to lean on and they encouraged me all the way and more. I don’t know when I have felt more welcome. I knew I was home with this bunch. Many of them met me at the motel on Sunday as I was leaving just to give me a hug. Talk about a hot lump in the throat and burning eyes. My family of the road. The Living Legend, Heritage Springer Owners Association, you have done me proud. Thank you very much. I’m afraid to start naming names because I don’t want to leave any of you out. But, to say thanks without saying Ace would be impossible, because Ace is who opened the thread that told you guys what I was dealing with. So, again, because of Ace, we were all able to become closer than ever would or could if it had not been for his caring about a fellow member. God bless you Ace and all of have to know that if I started with the special thanks, I’d need several pages. So please except my sincere gratitude and many thanks. I am your friend and you are mine, and it shows so clearly to be a fact, because NOW I have a Leather bound note book with every post on the thread that Ace posted just about a year ago. It starts off with a poem that Sue or I have yet to be able to read through. It's now a prized possession to be treasured by me & Sue and my Posterity. The mere words, "THANK YOU!" doesn't even touch the deapth. WOW!!
Now back to the ride. Me and Mud and his Mrs. rode north on some beautiful roads together. Mud has said he slowed me down, nope, he didn’t. I think he wants to believe it was my ride, but, nope again, it was our ride, and a great one at that. Even though my GPS wasn’t working any more, out of the blue it started to work, right when we needed it the most. We were on the Blueridge Parkway south of Ashville and we wanted to get to Boone, NC. The Parkway would have brought us to Blowing Rock, just 5 miles from Boone but that was at least 5 plus hours away. So, back to the GPS turning on, it picked us the fastest route to Boone in just 2 hours 8 minutes. On roads I never would have been able to figure out on a map. We got to Boone in just about 2 and a half hours and checked in and had a steak across the road at Peddlers Steak house. Yum, I’ve eaten there before, always great food. Even though they ran out of sweet potatoes just when one was suppose to land on my plate. Oh well, that’s why they make sweet stuff for after the meal. I couldn’t even finish that. I’m full just thinking about that meal. Delta asked if I ate at Peddlers, I told him, sure did!! That next morning we headed up the Blueridge and rode to Afton, VA. Right at the joint of the Blueridge Parkway and the Skyline Parkway a place right out of days gone by, in fact, I think the cleaning lady is still back in days gone by too. What dump!! Sorry Mud!! Well, we got and got gas and indigestion and off to the skyline parkway. After only about 30 miles and my voltmeter gave a sad report. I pulled over and Mud followed my lead. I told him what was going on, so we headed down off the hill to Elkton, VA. I called AAA; they got there in about 2 hours. I called Shenandoah HD to let them know what was coming their way. Once the tow was there me and Mud and his better half parted ways. He gave me a call later to see how things were in all. Hey Mud, how about that Rte 151? Some twistes!!