Oxford nc 3685 total miles

We were all making three tracks in the sand this morning. If it is possible to have too much fun (and I am not convinced it is) we might have come close to the precipice yesterday. After all how many goose bumps can you have during the day and none of them came from sex? No answer forthcoming. Once we pounded on everyone's chest to get going and fueled the psyche with some coffee we were ready to tackle breakfast. Waited for regan and her sister to arrive after their bachelorette party so we could all eat together. Headed toward the shop so we could just load the bikes and haul when we were fed. Had a nice chance to visit at breakfast and talked about everything from soup to nuts. Wally and regan are top notch, neat people and welcome I my home any time. Not an offer I make lightly. Around noon we packed the bikes and headed north. Kiwi and I made a pretty drastic route change for this week. Originally we had planned to ride the rest of the blue ridge parkway. Kiwi would like CG1 to see the Atlantic ocean since he started at San Diego. Not a problem. We are pounding up the 85 today and tomorrow morning. Will get off on the 360 I think and head for Chesapeake bay. We found a town called Chesapeake beach that will do just fine for a pic. Should be there sometime tomorrow for the event with a short shot Tuesday toward Washington. Freeways are really boring and full of traffic even on Sunday around here. We just kept our head down and pounded he ponies. Stopped at a hardees for a thick shake to cool off about mid afternoon. We had decided to stay where ever the second tank of fuel ran out so ended up in Oxford. We are both exhausted from having just enough fun and need a good night sleep. Once we pulled off for fuel we decided to at before finding a room so we could just unpack and crash. The first motel we stopped at kiwi soon exited and said we will keep going. Have never seen him turn one down but he had the bad vibes going and we trust our guts on the road. While we were fueling a couple of black fellers on crotch rockets came over to yak with us. They about shit their shorts when we told them where we were from. Said they would rather die than ride that far. Real biker types. Ha ha. The shorts and tee shirts with sandals were the first clue. They did turn us on to a place to eat called george's. It was Italian and fabulous. Kiwi had lobster ravioli that damn near floored him it was so good. Low and behold we were told about another motel on the other end of town. King's crown sounds like our kind of place. Damnation we are under budget tonight! $45 all in. Woohoo. Before we could park the bikes we were descended upon by 3 goofy red necks. Could not understand a word they said and they did not respect our space drooling over the bikes and talking stupid shit. We tried to just leave and go to our rooms but the sumbitches followed us. I just unpacked my bike and went inside. Found kiwi with the tv turned up to max volume so as to drown out the shit for brains. He was asleep. Sure you could have ridden further mate. Gotta love 'em. Sleep hard and head out for the sea. Sadly will leave north Carolina in the dust. I love this state and will be back with my honey to show her this fine place and it's people. Bye for now tobacco road.