Just amazing

Some times in life it is the unexpected that truly amazes me.   Yesterday ride started with me waiting on Wooly and doing a little walk around check of the Submarine.   I think I found the problem of her wanting to spit back besides the ethnol that we are now force to buy.  She was made to burn hot not low so that shit is just that in her system, shit.  I also have talked to others who are having the same snap crackle and pop problem from the low burning fuel.  Any way found a broken exhaust bracket so got to go get a part today to fix her up.  
 When we headed out we took off east to a place called Pickwick dam.  It was a straight boring ride there but  we did have a heart stopping mishap almost getting there.  We was rolling down this two lane road speed limit marked 55 and we was rolling about 60.  Up ahead of us was a truck rolling the same speed next thing we know truck is almost right in front of us.  The truck had stopped but had no brake lights to warn us that he was stopping.  I headed up the emergency shoulder and Wooly went to dodge him on the left.  Truck goes and starts to turn left into Wooly.  Wooly hits his brakes hard and aims for the back of the truck and barely scraped by.  At this point I was screaming profanities at the truck driver about not having working brake lights and signal and a few choice names.   Grateful we did not end up in the hospital or worse but thankful we just got to take our frustatraions and  roll on.
We arrived at Pick wick damn  about 1 pm we was starved so we choose a little place, mom and pop type place  to stop and eat at.  Wooly choose good I could not finish my sandwich it was so big.  But while we was setting there we decided it was to nice of a day to eat inside so out to the picnic tables we went.  This is where we meet the R&B of the R&B barbeque.  A father and son and true to southern hospitality these gents not only served some good food and great tales but gave us a great road to ride. So if you are ever in the neighbor hood stop by eat drink and go for a great little ride.   After telling tales it was time to roll and Rob and Bo had made us a nice little map.  Well let me tell you if you are this neck of the woods follow the locals advice.  They had us this little road called Hollard road I think anyway.  What a blast, not fast but some really fun twist turns and banks.  This road lead us to Waterloo Alabama, the very start of the Trail of Tears.  We stop  and did a couple pictures at the start but we really liked this other shot we took... Notice the sign in the back ground, lol... We followed the trail to the Natchez Trace and rode on that tell it  hooked up with 72 where we headed back west  and  back to  our reality.   We had a blast and I plan on going back the other way next time and stopping back by R&B to personal thank them for the great suggestion.

Okay Woolys Rehired

Some time last year I fired Wooly from ever  planning any more rides.  I bloged about how bad that ride went anyway he has redeemed himself.  Being stuck in Memphis, a town I do not recommend, I have desovered we are on the wrong side of 3 states... The other side of Tennesse has a lot of curves and mountains to offer.  Same with the other side of Arkansas, and I would much rather be stuck in the gulf then in the middle of nothing like I am here.   So trying to plans rides here is as boring as back home.  Don't matter where you go it is flat and stright and well nothing to really write about.
So being so stuck on nothing to do I got frustrated with the map and told Wooly don't care it all looks boring to me you plan the damn ride.  Well he did and he did a good job of doing it also.  Now do not get me wrong it was 70 miles on an interstate to get to the curves but hell that beats all day of boring stright roads.  But when we finally got there I have to admit he did do a good job.
The ride finally started with fueling up and winding our way through what should have been a good stretch of sweeps but we got stuck behind a couple 3 wheelers who would have had to speed up 10 miles an hour to hit the posted safe speed.   I remember thinking does a three wheeler not get the same thrill as to dip that bike and pick her back up in a curve.  Guess not because they was going way to slow for me to get that little tickle in my soul I normally would get in a curve.  But we finally made it to a half way straight a way and we blew by them to have our   fun... And yes we finally got some fun,  tickle my soul, dance with my bike, twisty, turning, banky fun. Now the weather did not matter that we could have got poured on any second.  And the shinny orby thing was no where to be seen, I finally got some curves, some wind some Zen back into my life.  
After our day of playing we stopped for dinner and to decuse the days events the things we have put off for this moment of Zen... My question is why can I not get payed to ride my motorcycle? Now that is a job I would love.