Well the ride out to Myrtle Beach was uneventful. Made it down Wednesday afternoon and helped Don Ewing unload his catch of fish from a great day of offshore fishing. 21 dolphin, 2 tunas and a nice wahoo.
Thursday met up with A J, Chip and Nancy for breakfast. Chip gives great directions
the meeting place is across the street from the post in Surfside Beach. Well if you don't know where the post office is you end up riding the whole length of Old Kings Hwy. which only takes 1.5 hours with no traffic. Ok, I know but the damn breakfast spot is not on the GPS.
After breakfast Chip and Nancy led us on a wild ride around Myrtle Beach, which we spent most of the time looking at Nancy's tail lights. After playing with them all day, which was a blast, and eating lunch at a bar we will never let any of our friends waste their time doing the same, it started to rain and we called it a day.
Friday spent the day with my fishing friend Don, we rode around North Myrtle Beach checking out the sites. We ate dinner in Shallote at a restaurant called The Boundry. I highly recommend this to anyone
The salad alone is large enough for a meal. Anyway eat there next time you are in the neighborhood.
Saturday met up with Pete4854 and his friend Lou, who was at Maggie Valley last fall. My uncle rode down from Charleston and the 4 of us met for lunch at HOOTERS. We then rode out to Broadway at the Beach where Pete had us wait on him for 2 hours while his bike was on the lift
Could Petes bike be getting a few goodies
Will post them in another place
Sunday started heading home. Left Ocean Isle at 8am and decided to have breakfast in Wilmington. Went the old way through town but road construction made me decide to make it farther down the road before I would stop, well that was the plan...As soon as I entered 17 at the north end of Wilmington there were 2 vehicles, a Jeep and a Suburban, going slow and riding side by side. Then the jeep moved over and there was my opening to pass them. In a sweeping right I nailed it going through the gears and at about 90 or 95 the rear tire blows! The bike decides it is going to go into the center median of grass and after a few hundred feet of off roading it comes back on the blacktop infront of the 2 other cars. All I could hear was the squeeling tires from the 2 cars. Then the high speed wobble took over. Bessie's handlebars went side to side wildly, I had very very little control. I was able to play the gas and rear break enough to bring her to a stop on the right median. The jeep stoped infront of me and the Suburban was sideways in the middle of the road. Out jumps the guy driving the Jeep, and I think he was more scared of what just happened than I was.
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