Changing Gears

I originally said that this new blog would be about nothing but my motorcycle adventures. Well, there haven’t been that many. After moving to Savannah there hasn’t been enough time. It’s also been hot as HELL. Once again, I don’t pay motorcycle payments to be miserable. Riding in 100 degree weather definitely fits the definition of miserable. I have told a slight un-truth. I had to ride Sluggo from Albany over to Savannah just to get it here.

Michele and I came to Albany on a Friday afternoon and checked in at the Hampton. We got up the next morning and had the free breakfast. We went over to the house and I helped Michele with a few things then I headed for Savannah on the bike. I though long and hard on the route I was going to take. I finally decided on taking GA 300 from Albany to Cordele and then tuning onto US 280. I took US 280 all the way to GA 204. At this point my ass was as hard as concrete. I could take the pain no longer. I had just had a gas/ass break in Pembroke so I tried to press on. While on 204 it started to rain. It was over 100 degrees that day so I welcomed the cool life giving nectar with enthusiasm. I knew I didn’t want to go the Abercorn route all the way to through town so I decided to cut over to US 17. Before I got there I needed another ass break. I pulled into a church parking lot and drew suspicion quickly. Cell phones were used and soon a man in a church van showed up to offer me something to drink. Although outwardly generous I knew the real intention was to check me out. I guessed I passed the test and he moved on. I saddled up and took another stab at it. By this time I had turned a 4 hour trip into a 5 hour trip. You can’t eat on a motorcycle. At least I can’t. After I got onto US 17 the thunder storm hit. I mean it was a frog stranglin’ gully washer. Lightening was popping near me and I was soaking wet. When I turned onto Liberty my worst fears were confirmed. It was high tide and it was pouring. Victory Drive was flooded. I had to ride sections of Victory in the median next to the Palm trees. Water was churning up in my lap and I was sure that the bike was going to drown. Sluggo came through like a champ. He never gave me a minutes trouble. I arrived home with no problems other than 2 gallons of water in my boots.

So the blog will be about everything. Motorcycles, kids, the beach and of course my three dogs. I won’t say too much about Michele, I keep her to myself.