|Motor Mike's t-shirt.|
After a minor hiccup was resolved (broken clutch cable... you vintage and quasi-vintage guys!), we were off, but that, combined with a lot of eating and socializing at Turnip Truck did mean a bit of late start. Not a big deal... Friday Night!
|The southern wall at the end of the Birdsong Hollow Bridge. That's the one the guy who lived in my condo just prior to me swan-dived off of some years back. Wheee.|
First was some crotch rocketeers that I could hear roaring north on the Trace for more than a minute before they crested the hill just south of the bridge.
Then a few of the gang, as they sped by... and then Ed, on Michele's Metropolitan (top speed with Ed? about 40MPH), asking me if I was taking a dump. :) I was hoping everyone would be tightly grouped together, but sadly, no.
I like riding the sweep position when I'm with riders with whom I'm unfamiliar; some people ride in a more-controlled fashion, and some kinda like to vary their lane position every couple of seconds. :) So, I hung back with Ed, who was slowed down on the hills. The rest of the crew waited at the Leiper's Fork exit, and we all rode into Puckett's as a cohesive force.
|Wikkid Wanda behind a Lance (SYM) Cali Classic (Fiddle II). Dude has ground effects, too!|
|If anyone tells you there's no nightlife in Leiper's Fork...|
|Leiper's Fork is a pretty little one-horse town. This photo doesn't do it justice, sadly.|
A fun ride, Junior. Let's do it again!