I got my bike and myself ready to leave by 3:30 Friday afternoon... a little later than I'd hoped, lots
of last minute details, plus I helped Carolyn get ready to trailer her horse somewhere...
Went over the hill to Clayton and up 441 towards Franklin wearing just a Tee shirt under my
vented Joe Rocket, sun was shining... passed a Valkyrie rider who turned out to Tom from Atlanta
and he caught up beside me "Are you going to Robbinsville?" Yep, I nodded, and fell in behind
him and off we went...
At Franklin he got in the lane to head east to Cherokee, I yelled over "Do you know where
you're going?", I figured he did. Fortunately it's easy and quick to get to Robbinsville on
28 from Cherokee

About 70 miles into our ride my Tee shirt quit being enough clothes, so we pulled off to
this gas station, I pulled to a stop and Clunk! my lift adapter fell off. I'm glad I'm here to type
this, we had just been zooming 70 mph with traffic through a curvy mountain hiway... I swear
I'll never put that thing on again without some kind of reminder string or something to make it
impossible to neglect to take it off... OK enough about my moronic stunt...
It was chilly and misty in Robbinsville, but it didn't matter with the whole crowd standing around the
fire pits... we stayed out there until 11:30... a couple of people past that... Joe got the call
about Sugarbee while we were there, I don't know her personally but some of the folks there
do... prayers for all involved...
There's a restaurant in the Phillips motel now, good dinner, good breakfast, just a
walk away.
Nasty clouds hung over us Saturday morning, waiting to burst loose as soon as we took off. We
headed out towards the Dragon (I've never ridden the Dragon). The further we went the
harder the rain came down.


We decided to turn back at the Deals Gap store... so I've still never ridden the Dragon.
We didn't go straight back though, we headed South on 28, and as we did the weather got
better, and we got to dry roads, and had a real good ride down to Franklin. We stopped for
gas at Wayah road and everybody headed back to Robbinsville... everyone but me that is...
I decided to head back home, we were pretty near Dillard, and I had begun dreaming about
the Dillard House. Man alive, there's nothing like coming in out of the 45 degree mist and rain
to be seated at a giant picture window and be brought ribs and fried chicken and baked chicken
and country steak and country ham and fried okra and green beans and corn on the cob and
field peas and acorn squash and other stuff I don't remember and coffee and desert with ice cream
and all of it as good as Grandmaw might make it... why didn't I bring my camera inside for a
"Strider picture" of the awesome spread...???
Anyhow, I'm home safe in my comfy chair, most everyone else is standing around the fire now.
It was great being there with everyone, and a great-though-weather-abbreviated ride.
-Mike