I did meet a family from Peterborough in the lobby. Mom and Dad were bring the kids home from a week at Disney World. I spoke to them because he was wearing a Harley Davidson of Lethbridge shirt.
After a quick stop at McDonald's in the pouring rain, we hit the road. The West Virginia road construction continued right up to the East River Mountain tunnel into Virginia. On the other side of the mountain, there was some blue sky and $2.45 gas.
In Johnson City, we connected with I-26 (sometimes billed as the future I-26) south. We stopped at the small Walmart in Unicoi, Tennessee to pick up some necessities. I had been razzing Sandy for forgetting some items we always take when she suddenly asked me if I had packed our folding chairs. Face palm. They had inexpensive chairs here, some cheap golf balls and a bunch of food items including Vanilla Orange Coke Zero. On the way out, we saw an exhibition of parking skills that made me glad we would not be sharing the road with these two.
We drove up over the ridge into North Carolina without incident. In fact, we were commenting how familiar every part of this road has become. I stopped before Asheville to walk around for a few minutes and clear my sleepy head.
Gabi gave us the key to Room 15, our usual. I unloaded the bike, parked the trailer and got the luggage into the room. There was a group of BMW riders here from around Toronto and we compared notes for a while. Then Sandy and I took the car out to fuel up and stopped at an ABC (Alcoholic Beverage Control) store where I got a small bottle of Woodford Reserve bourbon. Back at the motel, we met another riding group from all over. One from Colorado, one from West Virginia and two from Texas.
Bill, Laura and Deb pulled in towing the GoldWing trike behind Bill's one ton Ram. He unloaded the trike, which was having a problem with a stuck four-way hazard flasher switch. Boomer and Shannon had arrived while Bill was unloading and, between Boomer and I, we took enough of the bike apart to disconnect the switch.
Boomer and I had a taste of the Woodford. Sandy and I toured the distillery a few years ago with some WARB friends. I was looking for Buffalo Trace bourbon but the lady said they couldn't keep it on the shelf. This did fine. I had another drink and talked to two fellows from Georgia up on an overnight run. Then Sandy and I talked to Deb for a while before going to bed about 10:30.
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