Caught the 7:00am flight to Chicago, where I had been just a week earlier. Very disappointed that Kara didn't bring us combo sandwiches from Portillo's. There are nine of us total. I don't know three of the guys at all--the rest are my dad, Tim Smith, Bret Walton, and a couple commuter rail guys.
North Carolina is so green! Trees everywhere. About to land in Raleigh here.
Joe Shaffer (center, holding the wad of cash) had a shuttle bus hired to take us approximately 20 miles to the Harley dealership where my dad delivered the bikes last week.
The bikes were cleaned, lined up, and ready to go. The dealership didn't charge anything to store them for a week since several bikes had service done while they were there.
It took an hour to load up our gear and work out a few kinks, but we finally saddled up and headed for a gas station about two miles away.
I've got some new tech on this trip. The Gopro camera (mounted on top of my helmet), and a Scala Rider G4 communicator which lets me listen to music and talk on the phone wirelessly via Bluetooth. It's been great so far. And I feel like Justin Bieber with the mic in front of my mouth. Only problem is if I start singing along to music, it activates the walkie talkie and other riders that have the same hardware hear me sing. Oh wait, did I say that was a problem? I meant that I can sing for the next 3,000 miles and they have no choice but to listen.
Five minutes later, we're at the gas station and we realize we only have eight riders. One guy took a wrong turn and didn't answer his phone for the next 45 minutes while we tried to find him. Finally we decided to shove off, hoping he'd meet us at our destination for the night.
We drove from Raleigh, NC to Asheboro, NC via the US-64.
Great scenery along the way. Once we got out of Raleigh and off the freeway, it was a pleasant temperature and very little traffic. These are pics from the Gopro camera on my helmet.
My view for 3,100 miles:
Bret on his new Ducati:
Doug:
Tim:
Chasing the sunset:
We arrived in Hickory, NC around 10pm and found our lost rider. In addition to being separated from us, his headlight and tail light weren't working. Bret got right to work on it-hopefully it's just a fuse.
A late dinner at Applebee's was really good. 2 for $20 special.
Tomorrow...tail of the dragon road and Chattanooga. Hopefully with no rain.
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My third saddle bag.... I really like the pic while going under the freeway bridge.
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