Bendy roads mending Hearts

Well, let me tell you about my weekend. It all started with me leaving OHio in a frenzy after not getting back to NC in about a month......Doodley doot,doodley doot, doodley doot..................I was driving on 77 after about 9 hrs on the road and traffic got diverted off the interstate around an accident(nobody got hurt). SO i'm sitting at the light looking at the map to figure out where the heck I am and the light turns green....Go right? Not for the guy in front of me. So I smack him for a little fender bender of my own. YEAHHHHHHH! I got the cringing feeling and then immediately decided it wasn't going to get to me. He was a pretty nice guy I guess. Just got off of work bailin' hay (wer'e in WV by the way) and definitely had a turkey foot in his window flicking people off. He made it himself. Anyway, that didn't slow me down. The next day I went to work and found out that I had made a dumb mistake at the job I just left and got reprimanded. Actually, it wasn't that bad...the worst part is that I should have totally caught it and corrected it. Anyway, that didn't get me either, I was determined to learn from my mistakes and enjoy the weekend home. And I did.
I drove to Rich's house, who was so incredibly nice to let me use his Honda 650 Enduro for the weekend. After dinner with an old friend (a 3/4lb. hamburger) off I went on the bike. Crazy, how spending so much time alone I would choose a pastime like riding a motorcycle by myself to occupy my time. It was beautiful. At 7:30 pm I wandered the mountain, taking the back way from Richards to Apple Hill, no destination in mind. Just experiencing how beautiful the place that I call home is. You should have felt the wind as I ripped up the mountain at bursts of 50mph. Close to the creek the breeze was clean and cool. Call it a male primal instinct but power is good. I'm not ashamed! I swear if I took my arms off and stretched them out that thing would have lifted off the ground and swirled in the sky. I ended up cruising up apple hill, the scent of honeysuckle catching everynow and then. My suspicions were right, that Harry and Louise Bizzell would be on the porch of the lodge, reclining and storytelling and drinking coffee. I made myself welcome and listened in on the conversation of the vacationers and some of Harry's stories. Some new and a few I'd heard, all of them interrupted by Louise to get the facts straight. I had'nt seen them and actually hung out with them in probably a year. It was good to reconnect. Afterwards I sauntered (you should have seen it) to Seths place. ..who had a very important phone call to take as soon as I arrived. You can read all about it at www.sethdavis.net should you choose. Anyway, the weekend was full of various activities including, but not limited too, a movie and Krispy Kreme with the Krew (Mike Salter, Seth Davis, Samuel and Leah Bergeron. Carowinds with some of my best buds Wes, dana, Brian(Nilbog) and Adam and his fiance'....dinner with one Ms. Laura Anderson and her cadre of little gentlemen (I don't know how she does it). And how did I get to Charlotte you ask? Well by motorbike of course. I couldn't resist. Upon my first extended trip on the interstate I became aware of an unwritten code that all motorcyclists experience as they travel. Imagine my excitement as you see nearly every bike that passes you acknowledge you. Its as if everyone of them is excited to to see you
simply because they are having just as much fun as you are. Only they don't wave all out b/c thats not so cool....you get the hand down to the side move. It's pretty amazing b/c it comes so natural, sort of an instinct. The closest thing the military has is the salute. Now I'm not one for leather and a bandana but I will admit that experiencing the "wind in your hair" phenomena is pretty remarkable. I recommend it...just do it with a helmet on.
Anyway, in true biker form I almost got in a barfight with Jordan and Pop when we went out on Sat for Fathers day. It was really refreshing to get to hang out in a relaxed setting, catching up and enjoying each others company. It did me alot of good to hang out with them. The fight almost occurred when Jordan was frustrated b/c he couldn't find me and got a little perturbed at a group who seemed to be mocking him. If you know Jordan at all things like this don't sit well with him, especially when hes already on edge. After hearing him call for help I run in with a kick of adrenaline to aid the situation. Nothing happened except a little grandstanding but it was enough to get excited. I'm glad pop didnt see it. Good times....Seriously. I headed back Sunday after lazily hanging around the house and watching Nacho Libre with the fam. I think the highlight of the movie though was Noni, my 92 year old grandma leaning over in a quiet part near the end and asking loudly(shes hard of hearing) "How much longer is this?" Awesome. Thank you Noni for redeeming a rather blase moviegoing experience. Sunday night I had another treat of spending the evening with a bunch of friends eating and celebrating a friends birthday. Thank you Laura, thank you Daniel and Nicole, Mike and Nicole, Josh, Tyler and Rachel and Suzanne. Thank you Wes, Dana, Theresa and Adam, Boglins, Barbara, Richard and Holly, Eli and Katherine. Thank you little Samuel and Leah Bergeron. Thank you Pop and Jordan and random fighting biker guy too. Thank you Noni, Mom, Seth and Mike. Thank you Austin, Davis and the third one. Thank you WV cop with a chewing tobacco plug in your mouth. Thank you all for a wonderful weekend. Thank you motorcycle. I love you all the same but in different ways.