This was an eventful day.
After receiving the news of Scotty's passing, I also received a text from Steam that he and Melissa were in the area and would like to stop by for a visit. They hail from South Carolina and were regulars back in the Kickstand Lodge days but Sandy and I had not seen them for years. They had been very busy with the SC Patriot Guard Riders. They arrived a little after 9:00 and renewed some old friendships while meeting some new folks.
It was a lazy day. We sat around and greeted some new arrivals.
Cheap B and I had talked about leaving at 3:00 PM for an early supper. The plan went out the window for me when Phillip came to inform me that the left rear tire on our Equinox was flat.
Phillip helped me locate the cause and then I tried to use a Stop And Go mushroom plug in it. My kit was designed for motorcycle tires and I had used it successfully twice before, but it failed to seal the hole in the thicker car tire.
The group of many assistants now proceeded with Plan B. Jack the car up with the Mickey Mouse hardware provided, remove the tire and take it to Robbinsville where we hoped to find someone to repair it.
The lug nuts had been torqued to the required 135 foot pounds. Kudzu broke four of them free with the sad little tire iron from the trunk. The last was more stubborn. We went to my trailer and got a heavier tool. Still no luck. Then someone, Kudzu I think, got the idea to put the jack under the end of the tire iron and jack it up. The weight of the car broke the nut free.
Mas Tequila gave the tire and I a ride to Robbinsville. Talon came along and proved his worth when he saw the huge Bridgestone Tire sign in front of Midway Tire & Auto on the way into town. MT and I had been gabbing and would have missed it. The plugged the tire in short order and we were back on our way. As we were leaving, we met some of our riders (Kudzu, Phillip, Tbone and Mikey) heading towards R'ville.
As we were getting ready to leave Fontana with the tire, I asked Cheap B if he could take Sandy and proceed with the supper plans. She got to ride in the BMW with CB, Wanda and Linda. I thought they were going to Stecoah Diner but they went to Lynn's Place in Robbinsville instead. Phone calls to me letting me know went unanswered because my phone was still in my room. It looked like a fine time from the photos that Sandy took.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got the tire reinstalled and the tools put away in their proper places. Thinking that everyone had gone to the Stecoah Diner, I rode out that way but saw no sign of them. Turning around to return to the resort, I saw the four bikes we had passed earlier at the stop sign where 143 meets 28. Kudzu turned right to head for home and the others turned left. I fell in behind Mikey and we rode back to Fontana together. That's when I discovered they had gone to Lynn's instead.
Everyone got back just in time for the Cornhole Tournament. Several teams competed but, despite a strong and surprising showing by the Kaw team representing Illinois, the Indiana Team of Big Dawg and Fatty prevailed as usual. There was a short rain delay as darkness set in but they eventually finished the final.
After the tournament came the entertainment. I did spend some time talking to Dave and Donna, a couple from Wilmington, NC who were here celebrating their 29th anniversary. The party was in full swing with an entertainer and everything. Eventually, folks started to wander off to their rooms. It was 1:00 AM when Sandy and I called it quits.
Today's Route (28.5 motorcycle miles):