Well I'm at my Mom's finally. 3,500 miles, 8 days, 3 visits with the best people in the world (CVOHarley people of course) , three day-rides on 4 different motorcycles, some BBQ, some fine steak and some lubstah, Maker's, brewski's - - - I gotta tell you the hardest part was stopping.
Sooooooooo, picking up the tale from when I arrived in Memphis, MJZ, JR, ultrafxr, HogBreath and myself rode around the countryside outside of Memphis, into Mississippi in heat and humidity enough to melt LBS's tigers into butter but I seemed the only one affected. Mark and Jerry had on jackets for criminy's sake. But ridin ole Elvis is worth the price and a great day was had. Tried to chase after HogBreath when he lit up that new 120, but ole E's no match for the big motor ( although I did get it up to about 112) Went downtown Memphis for some world famous BBQ and a good time was had. Before turning in for the night, brother JR said a special prayer over me for which I am very grateful as the words touched my heart and hopefully the Great Biker in the sky was listening too. Many many thanks to all the Memphis folks and especially Mark for putting me up. You guys are true southern gentlemen.
Next stop was the plantation country of Virginia. After a 13 hr drive from Memphis to Colonial Heights, Mr & Mrs We welcomed me with big hugs, a cool drink and a tempurpedic mattress. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, slept like a rock until about 0730 the next day. Up and showered and downstairs to one of Candy's famous smoothies. Be nice to her and maybe you'll have one. On to another day's ride. In spite of having a gorgeous 95th anniversary RK in the garage, Jamey insisted I take his B&B SEEG. 1st thing that happened is while I was adjusting the mirrors on exiting the driveway. Mrs We rocketed off down the road all but out of sight. Note to visitors to the We household, keep an eye on that girl or she'll dust your sorry a$$es. But Jamey's bike is a runner and catching her was as simple as asking those 575 cams to do their business. Also, much to my pleasure, despite being several inches shorter than me in overall height, Jamey has the same inseam as me, so the pegs and everything were just right. Anyway, off we rode to Surrey where we met Hogasm and Blue Felix. Now that's what I call value added. I thought my face would crack from the smiles seeing these two put on me. Thanks to both of you for riding nearly 6 hours round trip just to say hello and spend a few hours. Anyway, from Surrey we rode the ferry across Chessapeak Bay and on to Yorktown where we imbibed and enjoyed the local fare ( Crabcakes what else ? ) Nice ride through some beautiful and historic scenery and back to We house for a fine steak dinner. Another night on the tempurpedic and off to see my bro Q
10 years have passed since I last dealt with the eastern seaboard and the I-95 corridor. Don't anyone ever complain to me about California traffic. 95 is one long city that starts in Richmond and ends in Portland Maine. AND, to add insult to injury is the damn tolls. From the We's house to my Mom's totaled just shy of $40 in tribute to the toll highway pirates. But I digress
After much abuse from the traffic, I arrived at the Q-sters house. Here's another tip to any of you single guys. Marry a nice Italian girl. JQ's wife should be cloned and copies sold for lots and lots of dinero. We'll leave it at that. Had a nice dinner followed by some beer and Maker's around JQ's new fire pit and then sleep. Next morning we met up with some of the Q man's friends, one of who had two bikes so JQ being the bro he is gave me his to ride and jumped aboard an 07 UC. I have to tell you ladies and gentlemen, it's a toss-up on the best SERK in the entire known universe between Elvis and brother Q's 02 Purple beauty. Both have to be seen in person to be believerd. Anyway, after some meet and great, Q , myself and three of his local bros were off on a birthday's adventure, here and there ending up at the Rhode Island seashore and then home to JQ's for lubstah followed by the most delicious dessert I ever tasted. L& R Bro !
Up early and off up I-95 arriving at my Mom's house here in Maine at 1000.
To sum it up, there's not enough I can say to say thank you to everyone who shared their homes, their bikes and best of all their friendships with me. I hope what I've written here conveys to all of you reading it that we have something truly special in the people who share their lives on this website and of course in real space.
Vaya con Dios Amigos y Amigas
B B
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