Sorry for the delay in the story, so much time, so little to do. Wait, strike that, reverse it....On we go.....
The night drew on, and it occured to us that Brian and Al and crew were much later than had been expected. There was some worry, but at about 1am, they finally rolled in. Turned out, Brian had some troubles of his own, with his brand spankin new, gold embossed, triple platinum, one of a kind, you wont find one anywhere else in the world, much less the back woods of Kentucky at god knows what hour on a Friday night Yusa AGM (I do believe) battery, or Bahtree, as they would likely call it in most places one might look for one, for his VX800. Once they were somewhat settled in, Brian gave me the inner spline, some molly60 and some tools, and I set to work on the picnic table in the light from the porch. He even gave me some brand spankin new shiney phillips head screws to replace the crappy chewed up ones currently in use. I have to say folks, I have proclaimed numerous times in my year on this board that the people here are top notch, first rate individuals. I cant begin to thank Brian, his wife Marge, Mike, Jeff, Scott and everyone else who came to my aid in this time of near crisis. Without them, I could possibly still be trapped in a hut somewhere in the hollers of Kentucky, likely being sodomized by Cletus, while his missing link of a son played the banjo... So, Again, Thanks you guys, from the bottom of my heart. My other bottom thanks you too...
We all BSed around for a bit more after that, and soon, it was time to turn in. My brain was fried from the days events, the unrelenting sun, which im sure is at least a light year closer to this part of Kentucky than anywhere else in the world. I was soon fast asleep, only to be woken seemingly minutes later by Mike, telling me it was time to get up to go back to my bike to fix it. He and I piled the wheel and ourselves into his Passat, and back toward "FLAMINGSburg" we went. Some choice roads followed, and even in a cage, they were quite amusing. We stopped for breakfast, and then at the place my bike was being stored at. I set to work getting the wheel back on the pumpkin, and Mike assisted me in getting the axle back thru whilst I held the spacers in place, and voila, she was road worthy again. While I was tightening things up, Mike had disappeared, only to return with my $20 rental fee for the shed in hand. He had simply mentioned to the lady inside that I wouldnt be needing the storage unit any longer, as the bike was fixed and we'd be on our way. She went to the register, and fished out a 20 and handed it to him. There ARE some good people out there after all.
Plan Two was to return to the cabin, where Mike's son Chris was waiting. A brief phone call to him where we stopped for a cool drink revealed that Chris was not feeling well. Apparently he had a touch of a stomach bug, or a bit of a hangover, not really sure which, but he was sick, and that sucked. However, by the time we returned, he was doing better, thanks in large part to Brians wife playing nurse. Shortly after our arrival back at the cabin, he was feeling well enough to go get his bike and return Mikes car.
On our way out, we simply HAD to stop at a wonderfull photo opertunity....
Ahhh, to be young and insane again...hehehehe. Its weekends like this that make being alive worth it most times
After returning to Morehead to fetch Chris's bike and drop off the car, we headed back to the cabins, this time OUR cabin, as we werent able to check in till 3 on Friday. Luckily, Adam had been gracious enough to allow us to cop some floor at Cabin 2 on Thursday night, again, fantastic people on here!
We arrived at our cabin to find a few from Cabin 2 there, and shortly after, Jim (RageZro) and Scott (MarvinSC) and Victor (BlokV1100) returned from a grocery run. Everyone was present and accounted for now, and the group milled around for a bit, chatting and razzing back and forth. I immediately cussed Jim a blue streak for "RZing" my bike, even though he had nothing to do with it, but he needed cussed anyway. I also found out that Cole (N1Elkyfan) had dropped a chain on the way down with Jim and Victor in almost the exact same spot *I* had broken down, only a day later. From this, combined with the deliciously evil heat in that area, Jim took to calling Flemingsburg, PURGATORY. Truely and apt name for the place, because the time that I spent there was worse than Hell I am quite sure...
Everyone conveined at Cabin 2, where a MASSIVE meal was being prepared by Brian and Al. I cant recall seeing that much food being made in such a small kitchen in all my years in the food service biz. It really was quite amazing. Even more amazing was the food itself! It was delicious! Pasta with a chicken and mushroom marinara, a broccoli and carrots and something else slaw type salad. GRILLED garlic bread. I was stuffed, and now pretty beat. Cabin 1 clan bid Cabin 2 goodnight, and we all retired to our place to watch the moon come up over the gorge from our deck. I dont think I got any pictures of THIS unfortunately...
