Leaving Monday or Tuesday (12th) for Wisconsin event. Then VA/NC line event, GA event, MO event, AL event.
That and a few weeks in the forest gets me to Fall. Using a long corkscrew loop to leave Alabama and end up in Florida, where I'll winter. They have very nice forests, some great State and County campgrounds, and a bunch of private campgrounds. I usually pamper myself every other week with a private campground, where I can sit in the lounge in a/c and catch up on news.
Now in possession of a PA ccw, a Virginia ccw too. Packing heat all the time. Fuck with me, cause me to fear for my life, and your dead. Hell, on a deserted road your dead before I start fearing all that much. But be respectful and speak to me, you get respect and conversation back.
I once stopped in a decently off the road turn out that had a big RV in it. Knocked on the door. They were a little afraid. Said, I'm in the hammock between the bike and trailer, please don't run over me if you leave first in the morning. We had coffee and talked. Nice people.
For the most part I love truckers. Half at least flash high beams at me when I pass to let me know I have room to pull back over. I don't go very fast. I'm towing a heavy trailer, and aside from increased stopping distance, it cuts into my fuel mileage big time. So often I'm 5 under, in the right lane, feet up on the highway pegs, cruise set, rocking to tunes. Which doesn't mean I'm disengaged from riding and paying attention. It just means, I'm a damn gypsy, and why should I be in a hurry to get to the next forest that is less than 5 hours away.
The big miles I do come from the sum of the trip, not a burst.
My trike is the horse, my camper the wagon. I live for the campsite, not the road. Though I love the road, the sights, the people I meet.
