The gps mount failing is quite the bummer, I can only kind of draw the place. But eh, it's not terrible. We went the remainder of the blue ridge today. We started the same time around 9 am
Packed and ready to go, josh was air drying his socks, by putting in on the top of his bag while the wind blows on it while riding.
Our first stop. In fact, we road passed it, and then turned around. This is the famous bridge overlooking the mountain side. It's the photo to the color of my novel.
I took the same shot three years ago, and.... It looks the same awesomeness. Everytime I hit the parkway it's always this impossibly beautiful weather. I was sure to remind rob and josh as they recounts how awesome this weather is compare to last year when I didn't go with them. I always say "this is awesome.... But this is all I know, so I guess it's just okay". They threaten to throw me off the side of the mountain so I can experience what "sucks" feels like. Rofl.
We made plans to eat lunch on top of mount Mitchell. I didn't even know it's here off the Blue Ridge. Apparently it's really famous, and apparently it's the highest peak east of the Mississippi. The view was pretty awesome... Except there are these tiny small scarab like bugs that swarms you like a locus. It's like swarm of flying ticks. But luckily they didn't bike, just annoyed the hell out of us.
End of blue ridge, there was like 10 tunnels. Let me tell you, I absolutely LOVE the tunnels. You go in these mountain tunnels, there is no electricity. So it's pitch black, and on the long ones, you are riding blind in the dark, cause your headlight is hitting straight but you are lean "way the fuck over" you don't know if you are gonna see light or hit a brick wall going 70 mph. It's just awesome. But... Unfortunately we went through like only two tunnels without traffic, with traffic, we crawled like 15 miles per hour through, really takes away the fun.
Cars on the parkway crawl at speeds, you just want to take them all to driving school. The cautious ones drive the speed limit, the really scared ones almost comes to a stop at the turns, which is really dangerous.
At the peak, it's all sports bike, they are all over the place. It was a hoot. We all rip the chicken strip on the rear to shreds. I got some epic shots on the go pro. Maybe I can load them up tmr night when I have some time.
We made it to Fontana at awesome time. 5:30 pm.
I really enjoying traveling with the guys, we stop where ever, whether it's your checklist or mine, it doesn't matter. I say I want to go, then it becomes everyone's checklist. Same goes for them. It's not, "oh let me do you this favor and go where you want to go", it's more like, if its goal, it can be mine too.
It is now 9:30 here now, at Fontana lodge. I've been here so many times now, it almost seem like this is "my hotel". The view is spectacular. I get the final call tmr on my ducati. Maybe it's totaled maybe they'll fix it. Quite frankly... I don't really care that much. I have my eye set on a few new bike options. Vfr800 to be one, but I will have to say I have a major hard-on for the triumphs triple motor. Silky smooth, and 3 is my favorite number. After I road Josh's speed triple that one time... Damn you josh... Grrrrr.
On the way here today, so we were talking about I don't know what, Rob says over the intercom "you make a good gay guy" -_- to which I naturally reply "what?" Then I got the similar spiel of "you care about how things look, you take care of urself, etc etc. then... Rob followed up with "you are only half gay"... Then josh followed up with "51%" to which I reply with a rhetorical question, knowing what's to come ... "Faaaaak this is gonna be going on the whole trip is it" they respond in unison "yes". Fml.