So we stopped for the night @ Le Claire Iowa, home of Mike & Frank & Daniel of Antique Archeology. No, we did not visit them. We’re not sure where our next stop is, but it’s not home yet.
Well, we made it to the Collision or C6. Met a great group of bikers, had some good times, broke bread with them and I’m pretty damned sure I’ll be back for C7. No more info since I’ve been sworn to secrecy!
I’m in Bardstown Kentucky with Nina and it’s been a very humid trip! Once we hit the state line, I noticed the rise in humidity and more noise coming from the bike.
Yep, my headers broke again. I won’t go into detail, but it’s a design/engineering flaw on the part of Rush.
We arrived in Bardstown at about 4 p.m. and started meeting people I’ve only talked to on the www.harley-davidsonforums.com that I belong to. Nice town, nice hotel, but humid as a hot shower.
Just a few pics from last night.
More people and pics to follow. We’re expecting about 90 people.
So, left home early Tuesday and destination Bardstown KY. Doing a rally called the collision. Insanity is promised. Bardstown is in the heart of bourbon country, including Maker’s Mark, the makers of Knob Creek, my bourbon of choice. It’s almost like Disneyland to me.
On our honeymoon, we went to the Jack Daniel’s distillery and at that time I was drinking Jack, but over time, my tastes changed. Now many of you know I pollute my bourbons with 7-UP or similar sweeteners and while you may consider me a heathen for doing so, I’ve got a sweet tooth and you can just suck it up. I’m not changing.
We’re in Mountainview MO as of this writing and should arrive in Bardstown early enough for both of us to grab a good nap before the festivities begins.
Tuesday, they headers on my Harley broke, again. Pissed me off and delayed us for several hours. We were in Amarillo TX and had a pizza delivered to us for lunch. $686 and the time wasted had us back on the road again with brand new Vance & Hines headers. This will not happen again. The Rush headers have failed me for the last time. Third time’s the charm. Leaving Tripp’s Harley-Davidson had us riding /baking in triple digit heat. I was one beaten, sorry, dehydrated s.o.b. when we checked into the Best Western in Weatherford TX. Cold shower Brough me body temp down and drinking a lot of ice water almost brought me back to life.
386 miles to Bardstown. It’s predicted in the low 90’s today. Hope to get there early and without any problems. Peace!
Hi, Fred; this is Richard next door.
I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled with guilt for a few months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face. At least I’m telling you in this text, and I can’t live with myself a minute longer without your knowing about this.
The truth is that, when you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your
wife, day & night. In fact, probably much more than you. I haven’t
been getting it at home recently, and I know that that’s no excuse. The temptation was just too great. I can’t live with the guilt and hope you’ll accept my sincere apology and forgive me. Please suggest a fee for usage, and I’ll pay you.
Fred, feeling very angry and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door and shot Richard, killing him. He went back home and shot his wife. He poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. Fred then looked at his phone and discovered a 2nd text message from Richard.
2ND TEXT MESSAGE:
Hi, Fred. Richard here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out and noticed that the darned Auto-Correct had changed “wi-fi” to “wife.” Technology, huh? It’ll be the death of us all.