Many times I ride solo, I was lucky to have Carolyn with me this time... we can easily
set the bike up for passenger pretty quickly, but she needs some kind of luggage that's
better than an old knapsack...

We had major wind Friday afternoon, plenty of wind on Saturday too. Enough wind to make
the trip up to Robbinsville interesting... it died down a lot at night, though, enabling the
normal gatherings around the fire pits at the Phillips Motel... here Coot is the only one who
realizes that a piano is about to fall on them...

I took mostly blurry dark pictures around the fire pits... I saw ChromeDome sneaking around
taking pictures, perhaps he'll post some...
After breakfast the next morning, the main ride left out for North Georgia... Carolyn
and I joined a BRP bound splinter group... even though we live right here, Carolyn had
never been to the Parkway... unless I went as a child, I never went there before I got the
Valkyrie... She got initiated to high winds at the highest point... we all were frozen at this
point, but this was the only cold part of the whole ride...

From the frozen top, we owned the BRP, but we encountered vast masses of people
as we got closer to Pisgah...



We took a side trip off the Parkway at 215...


We stopped for gas a break at this little store... none of us knew why this
guy kept saluting us...

We met these folks there on a snazzed out black gold wing. They
told us about a nearby impressive set of waterfalls and a cool trail
just down the road that mostly nobody goes to, and they lead us there...






We headed back up 215 after that, and down the BRP towards the Pisgah Inn...
for lunch, we thought... by that time, though the BRP was eat-up with
crowds and traffic, there was no place for even one motorcycle to stop
at the Pisgah Inn... so down 276 we went towards Brevard... right down
at the bottom was a good BBQ place, so we ate there...
Kendall and Nikki split off from us at the BBQ place, and the rest of us headed
back toward Robbinsville on 64/107/74/28... Ray and Laura split off at Silva,
and Jerry (jade Valkyrie from Georgia...) split off at Bryson city... we were almost
home, rolling down 28 I guess, when a blue Harley chugged by us, I thought about how
that would probably not do if Stanley Steamer was here... apparently the Harley moved
in front of the rest of them and slowed down, anyhow, the Harley got Bandit's goat
and soon me and Carolyn were watching the Harley eat Valkyrie dust way off at the horizon...
naturally I continued to obey all traffic regulations... Bandit and Rick (Flask) and Christie and
Matt (Mr. Blinky) were parked when we rolled into the motel...
Everyone else arrived back at ground zero safe... a couple of folks who came down from Virginia
even though they had to stay 30 miles away in Murphy (no more rooms in Robbinsville) were
there, we all stood around the fires again, and then morning came and it was time to pack up
until next year...

-Mike