Saturday Oct, 7th: Wake up @ 8 to cloudy, overcast conditions. Figure, what the heck, i'll go for it. Prepare everything last minute, once over on the Strom, and i'm off. 49North to 58West traveling across Virgina back country while in Fall is an excellent relaxation technique BTW. Weatherman called for spotty showers across the mid-Atlantic region. I was skirting the edge of them almost the whole trip.
I made it nearly 3/4 of the way there, when the bottom decided to fall out. As soon as I crossed I-95, they would pop up w/ heavy rain, and subside. The Strom pushed through like a real trooper. Never hiccuped, almost no water on my upper body, although, I found a fatal flaw about the Scorpion helmets. They are NOT waterproof. When the rain came in very heavy combined w/ winds, I had a stream running down the inside of the visor. Mist and standard rain were no problem.
Little over three hours later, I pull up into Mike(hondaf4iguy's driveway) A bit wet, but no worse for wear. We chilled out for a bit catching up since the last time (which involved mud if you remember
) Grabbed a couple of brews, and set off for a sightseeing tour. Sidenote, I will NEVER live in VA. Beach! Those people can't drive for shiiit.
After the sightseeing, and a few warnings about choosing the people I hang out with
, He took me to a kick-ass seafood restaurant by the inlet. Great view, and the scenery wasn't bad either.
Too bad they were all the wrong ethnicity. Big-Sam's if anyone is ever in the VA. Beach area is an excellent non-chain eating establishment. Two thumbs way up
The whole time, Mike is trying to find some live entertainment (bands you pervs!) but no dice. So, we stop at a local grocer, pick out some choice brews and cucarachas , and head back to the house. We ended the night watching an unedited Roast of Pamela Anderson, and Dave Chappelle stand-up. Good stuff.
I gotta say, Chocolate chip Eggo's are really not that bad. We carry on some heavy discussion over coffee, and head out to a local spot for breakfast. Good scenery there as well, just no inlet views. Hammered out some much needed planning for the upcoming trip to Jennings, admired the scenery, and went back to the house to prepare for the journey home. Mike gathered some options for back roads, and decided to join me until we reached the intersection of 158, and 35 in N.C.
Talk about some serious pucker factor! Woo-Hoo, when we transitioned from normal 2-lane striped roads to a road of grey asphalt with no lines at all
I was just a bit worried. When we jumped the R/R tracks, I felt like I was in some sort of freakish endurance race running through the Isle of Wright TT. We came up on a puddle of about 8 inches that crossed the entire road, and after traversing that, we took a break at Mike's parent's house. Quick liquid relief break, and we were back to it. Tooling along a rural route in VA, we ease up on a local sherriff, who is behind an older Lincoln, and a SUV. Now mind you, they aren't going slow. Speed limit is 55 there and we were doing a respectable 55-60mph. The Lincoln driver must have been ansty though, because as soon as the road opened up he took off around the SUV, with the sherriff in-tow. I just glanced at Mike like WTF? We never saw blue lights though, and the deputy turned off on some small side road. We picked up the pace a little bit, and decided to switch rides.
I am now officially envious of Mike and his heated grips. They were on low, and man was that a nice feeling. That is definately my next mod. Although it may be more involved than I am thinking. I still love the power delivery of the Tiger, and would definately consider it for a next purchase. We ended up at our prescribed intersection, and I reluctantly gave up the heated grips of the Tiger. We said our goodbye, and I was off through N.C. on 158. Lots of little towns that I have no idea how they stay functional. One stoplight, houses that look like they should have been condemned 30 years ago. As Jet described in his tour up here, it looks like towns that used to be bustling centers when the R/R was a primary freight commerce. But with the advent of 18 wheelers, and interstate highways, these towns quickly dwindled into almost nothing. I wish I had my camera for some of these places. That was pretty much it all the way back to the house. Another ride report when I return from the BRP (with pics this time, I promise).