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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by GAS GUY, Mar 28, 2014.
You just never know what you'll stumble upon while out exploring. More on this later.
My diet today basically consisted of fish tacos. On Ocracoke and Hatteras Islands. I'm not complaining. Blackened for lunch. Fried for dinner.
Strange riding partners there Jeff!
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Lookey here. Found a poker chip for Fang. Should hold out and tease him with it - since he was invited on the ride ... and declined.
Hope he doesn't read this.
Another incredible day. A nice ocean breeze and less humidity today. For the most part, the campground and beach is still mostly empty.
Scott and Kenny ran around the island visiting lighthouses and collecting stamps.
Since I'd already been that route, Glenn and I took the day off while relaxing around the campsite and spending some time on the beach. It didn't take long for the both of us to get burnt - forcing us to retreat back to camp. Then the pizza parlor and Buxton Books.
At any rate, it was enjoyable, as I'm rarely idle for that long - while on the road. The REI Flex-Lite came in handy. But, I'm ready to ride tomorrow !
We swapped the ocean for the mountains.
Broke camp. Then ran mostly backroads to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Was heading for Floyd, but the rain and lightning set in. It looked like night at 6:30 and we needed dinner.
So, we are holed up in the Buena Vista Motel. It has the nicest porch I've seen on a motel. Wide, covered, and elevated. Plus, it has a wood bench to hang out and watch the rain.
Had a discussion with some Appalachian Trail through-hikers who are also staying here. A young man (27) and his girlfriend. They are on day 80 ! Not quite half way. The halfway point is somewhere on Skyline Drive.
Battled the rain yesterday, across most of West Virginia and half of Ohio, on the final run home. The last couple of hundred miles, the skies cleared and the weather became pleasant.
Arrived home around 6:30 pm. Just in time for dinner and to walk one of the dogs. Back to the grind in the shop today.
Rode approximately 600 miles in 11 hours yesterday. The GSA averaged right around 41 mpg all day; running a sane - but brisk pace, on the interstates with wind and rain.
Glenn and I split just south of Toledo, as he had to route home to Grand Rapids. So, he had another 150 miles or so.
The night before, I'd mentioned we spent the night in Buena Vista, Virginia. Initially, we fueled up there in the rain, and was going to push on for another 100 miles or so, since it was only around 6:30.
As we continued up the road, the mountains off in the distance were shrouded in all kinds of gray and black. Lightning was doing it's best to illuminate the eerily dark skies. My "road sense" started tingling. Things looked bleak.
That's when I wheeled around and suggested to Glenn, "We better just hunker down in Buena Vista for the night."
Anyway, that decision ended up being the right one. This was confirmed the next day; up the road, at a service plaza in West Virginia, the lady working there said, "The weather was absolutely horrendous the evening before." She said, "There was so much water on the roads, the cars were having trouble making forward progress. I almost pulled over .... and I was in a SUV !"
Scott and Kenny did spend the night in Floyd, Virginia. The fact that Glenn and I did not make it to Floyd that night also worked out; Scott reported that they had to call 5 places before finally finding a room ... and it was the last one.
They also made it home last night. When departing the Outer Banks, Scott and Ken left out before us and rode their own route home.
The U.F.O. -
This bizarre vessel is situated along North Carolina Highway 12 - on the barrier island of Hatteras; which is really just a large sandbar. Supposedly, this saucer like structure had found residence in the Outer Banks, ever since a Finnish architect breathed life into it, around 1968-69. It is actually called a Futuro. It was intended as a minimalist home. This particular unit had initially been used as a vacation home by the original owners.
A few years ago I'd passed by it on a previous foray into the Outer Banks. It wasn't open and I planned on stopping back before heading north. Somehow it was forgotten.
This time after zooming past it, I wheeled back around, making sure not to overlook the unidentified flying object once again. The door was open this time. Along with the presence of the owner - Leroy.
This cat Leroy ... now he is a character. He hangs out at the ship in the afternoons selling shirts and talking to visitors. Sometimes he even dons the space suit and mask sitting in front of the space ship and messes with people.
Somehow we arrived at a conversation of our wild days in the military. We were in similar eras. He went on about how crazy things always happened in the service, especially those of us who abused substances. He was incredibly humorous, how he went on about situations while half laughing and talking simultaneously with a hippyish demeanor.
The best story he told me was about his days in the South American jungles blowing up cocaine factories. He emphatically described to me how they screwed up the first time; they were down-wind of the factory when it blew up ! Leroy exclaimed, " Dude, we were freebasing ! No one remembered anything from the subsequent four hours."
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