I'm not much on writing big long stories as most of you have probably picked up on. I'm more of a visually stimulated kind of guy. For some good write ups on the "OK is Okay 2013" ride, keep an eye out here or here. I'll be proving a mostly pictorial account.
I'm pretty sure I saw the number sixty-six about sixty-six million six-hundred sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six point six six times (the point six six was the partially operational neon on display in a store window)!! Enough times in fact that I'm hesitant to type the two digits in sequence unless absolutely necessary!
This whole trip kind of caught me off guard. I'm not sure if it was the tremendous amount of nine to fiver stuff I had to button up before leaving, or the few remaining hours I had to prepare for departure, or the fact that I was riding a bike that was somewhat unfamiliar to me or.........What ever it was, it stuck with me through the whole trip. So much so that I felt the need to break off from the group on Thursday morning and try to out run it. After a 750 mile day from OK to the Nastyville, I found it there too. I awoke on Friday morning tired and alone wanting only to be home but was afraid I'd regret the decision to end the trip early, so I packed up and headed for Maggie Valley. With the end of the tourist season in full view I didn't find too many friendly faces in TN/NC. I don't blame any of them. Burn out is the only thing that seems to be universal. In retrospect, I should have stuck with the group and departed only when time left no other option. Lesson learned.
Perhaps it is life in general that has me seemingly on my heels.
I still seem to be in a bit of a funk, but that's about all I'm going to say about that.
Even with the lingering funk and hanging mind cloud, I can't imagine a better trip, or better guys to be on the road with. I'm sorry fellas if rained on any parades.
I've typed too many words! I must stop now........