
Here I am getting ready to leave about 7:30 am. My gear is stacked up and bungeed down.


And away I go!
This trip was a big one for me. I got my new bike, "Max" at the end of last summer, and riding season came late this year. On top of that I had a shoulder injury about a week before the trip. There are those around here that say I don't ride much. Its true I haven't taken any long road trips before. But I got a custom seat made about a month ago, had put some things on my bike to make it more comfortable, and was allowing plenty of time to get to Charleston. The weather was perfect as I left Sunday morning. No one else to keep up with, no one else to decide when we stop. I was packed and on my way.