The Saga Continues

Saturday Bugsplat and I decided to ride south to visit Sprewell’s Bluff State Park and to take David to Yoder’s Dietsch Restaurant in Montezuma for lunch and to shop for a Mennonite virgin for his son Jeff. We hooked up in Newnan and I led an uneventful ride to Sprewell’s Bluff near Thomaston. This is a beautiful and remote state park. According to the GPS, the bluffs towered 301 feet above parking lot down at the river level. The road to the bottom was suitably entertaining. There were no amenities at the park other than a gravel parking lot and an outhouse. The silence and the scenery were beautiful. We were joined by the local park constabulary demanding the $3 parking fee. After paying and chatting briefly, we were back on the road toward Yoder’s.

Bugsplat led the way with his traditional explorative nature. We missed the first turnoff and turned around and came back to it after several miles. This road led thru an absolutely uninhabited South Georgia forest and was very relaxing. We again took the wrong road once we were in Montezuma and wound up a few miles from the Iron Angels Campground in Unidilla before we recognized our error and retraced our path. Iron Angels were just not the type of Babes we were helping Dave select.

Breaking in the Venture – The Bugsplat Chronicles

The Saga Continues

Needing to check out Bugsplat’s new ride, we set out on a journey covering 4964 miles, 20 States, the District of Columbia and 5 Canadian Provinces. There was no fixed route or schedule except to return to Carrollton within 9 days. We actually spent 7 ½ days on the road.

Day 1 was about getting north. We passed thru Atlanta in a light rain that vanished as we moved north of the city. Then it was clear sailing until we stopped for lunch in north central NC. Here we decided to do some flower sniffing so we took a right turn in southern VA and ambled past farms and fields to Norfolk where we crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel to the Delmarva Peninsula. This engineering marvel is approximately 23 miles long over and under the Chesapeake Bay. It consists mostly of a low trestle structure interrupted by 2 tunnels of approximate 1 mile length each under major shipping channels and two high level bridges over other shipping channels. The Delmarva Peninsula was different than expected. One would think a coastal area this near major population centers would be infested with condominiums but instead it is mostly farming. We saw truck loads of tomatos too green to make fried green tomatos on their way to the ripening sheds and also a few chicken houses. We stopped for the night in southern Maryland and found excellent clams and such.

The tale of four days, five states (yes we ate in every one!) and lots of Southern Cruisers at the SCRC National Rally in Memphis.

 A Cloudy Start

The SCRC National Rally in Memphis Tennessee is always an exciting event.  This year there was reason for more excitement because the West GA Chapter was going to have a major contingent going to the rally.  Everyone met at the agreed upon site, QT on 278 in Dallas, and we departed promptly at 9:13am.  The sky was gray and foreboding as the group of 18 bikes headed west on Hwy 278.  Spucketts had planned on meeting us but called at the last minute to report he was chasing his dogs thru the neighborhood (they must have been looking for new friends) and would be running late but would catch up along the way.  Wiz led the way right into the rain and by Cedartown, we had to stop.  He pulled us into the only covered area he could find (a mud hole of a closed gas station) and everyone donned their rain gear, except Candycane, who is tougher than most.  We headed back out in the rain and got into Alabama, near Gadsden before the rain stopped.  The route that Wiz picked was far more scenic than the “Future I-22 Corridor/Corridor X” and the ride was pleasant.  We learned at lunch that somehow Spucketts had passed us and was about 50 miles ahead of us.  We finally found him in Corinth, Mississippi which is a “Certified Retirement Community”. 

Bugsplat and I set out to join the rest of the West Georgia crew who were already in Memphis for the Southern Cruisers National Rally. We followed the standard route to Memphis and can report that Mississippi is exactly one tank of gas across. If it had been another 200 yards wide we would have been walking. Other than that and one little incident where a woman complimented Bugsplat on his bike, the trip over was uneventful. Somehow “Nice A**” does not seem an appropriate response to “Nice Bike.”  I try to provide adult supervision but sometimes he’s just too quick.

The Bugsplat Saga – The Chronicle Continues

A Damp Good Time-KY SCRC Rally

Due to work commitments the calloused butt gang got a late start but that was really no problem as Kavinator’s bike has a warp speed. We had been appointed by the Princess to serve as West Georgia Ambassadors to the SCRC KY State Rally. Our mission was to eliminate their weapons of mass destruction and return with fair young damsels for Spuckett’s inspection.