Slowly but surely I'm learning that it's not about the quickest or most direct route, it's about the ride. I'm one of these that likes directions, a map, a clear route (hello, have we met?!). But with bikers it's a whole other ball game. And it's actually not so bad (once you get in the right frame of mind. Which takes about, oh, well, I'll let you know when I've come to peace with that). You get to experience the area in a totally different way. Sights, sounds, and smells that you normally wouldn't experience in a car. Little towns that you never knew existed suddenly come to life. Did you know there's a Macon, NC? Inglewood, NC? To name just two.
Anyway, back to the group at the restaurant for lunch. Here we have, from left and around the table, Cathy, Dave, Patty, Steve, Pete, Melissa, and Jim. (appreciate this pic people-I almost fell in the lake for it!)
Of course, college football started yesterday. Cathy and Dave, in true team spirit and support, despite our recent, shall we say, "issues", are sporting Carolina blue (and very nicely coordinated as a couple which makes me happy).
Finally, here's what happens when a sharp-ish kick stand sits in a freshly paved parking lot in the hot sun.
Yep, Dave left his mark on Lake Gaston.
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