As expected this morning of the final day of July was pretty slow. Not as slow as the traffic was moving on I-85 yesterday….but life was slow. I didn’t rush out of bed or hurry around getting ready. I didn’t necessarily piddle around but at the same time I didn’t trip over myself rushing around. I marveled at the room a bit. Two hotels in a row I was staying in a better room than I had actually reserved……maybe being a member of something wasn’t so bad after all. I’m not normally a joiner of very many things online or in stores. I hardly EVER do the surveys that go along with almost every single receipt from every single store and restaurant. I am that Mr.Skeptic that believes all I am doing is giving them the right to flood my inbox with a gazillion….give or take…..emails telling me what I NEED to spend my money on next…..AND that I had better hurry because it was for THAT DAY ONLY!! Whether it is true or not I feel that EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY is just trying to squeeze something out of me…..sometimes legally and sometimes not. Even with reviews…..I will fill out a review only in extremes. If they are REALLY bad or if they are REALLY good I will fill out a review. If they are lukewarm to pretty cool………no review from me. This Comfort Inn and Suites in Commerce, GA…..just might get a review because they have been pretty darn good.
I meandered down to the lobby and their breakfast room. I took my computer and pounded away at my blog and wrote a couple emails. I was doing my best to look scholarly or maybe business like……..I probably accomplished not looking like either as I sat there wearing my black “Bike Week 2005” t-shirt from the Cabbage Patch in Samsula, FL. I did my normal “breakfast people watching” and found myself intrigued by this older couple (imagine ME calling another couple…OLDER) who were watching Kelly and Michael on the lobby/breakfast TV. They were laughing, commenting, and talking about the show like they were in their living room. It was really quite comical and at the same time refreshing to see a couple that were so into being with each other they were oblivious to the rest of the room………………..still, it was comical.
I wasn’t really watching the TV. I try to make it a goal of mine to go out of my way to NOT watch any TV while on a trip or vacation. I was doing a fantastic job at that maintaining that endeavor on this trip. I never turned a set on myself and to the best of my memory (which is shoddy at best) the only TV I had watched was in the Choice Hotel’s breakfast rooms. Even though I wasn’t watching I did hear the local weather and the gal said something like “another hot day with little chance of rain. The high today will be about 93…….” At that point I could hear all the moaning and groaning from the breakfast eating TV watchers. Me, one the other hand, was silently cheering. I have always been a supporter of Global Warming. I was even going to vote for Al Gore because he invented it the same time he was inventing the Internet. I didn’t move to Florida almost a quarter century ago for anything under 75 degrees……it happens of course but I don’t like it. If it were up to me it would be 75-80 every night and 85 to 95 everyday with the only rain falling between 1:00 AM and 3:00 AM. Even though I know that God sits up there and hangs on my every word……It is unlikely that we will see the weather I just described. Besides, if it was ALWAYS like that the weather people would ALWAYS be correct and we can’t have that!!! What kind of world would this be if we couldn’t count on the weather forecasters being WRONG!!
So while everyone else was moaning, groaning, whining, and saying how tired they were of this heat I was silently doing my happy dance for another near perfect motorcycle day.
That being said I did a quick run to the room and then out to the bike I went. I again did the 12 mile run up 441 and pulled into my cousin’s driveway. My cousin, Judy, came out and met me. She walked around my bike ooo’ing and ahhh’ing. She didn’t come out and look at it the previous night and this was the first time that she had seen this bike. She has logged a few miles of her own over the years a long time ago. It was mostly utility riding on a small bike to and from work but enough that she knows the thrill of riding. She went into the “envy routine” and how she would like to do what I am doing although she says that these days it would more than likely have to be on a trike.
I really wouldn’t be surprised if she does it someday. Both Judy and her husband, David, have been an inspiration to me for a long time. We hear people talk about things that they would like to do but they get lost in the “real world” and it doesn’t happen. David and Judy have made things happen that they wanted. They are just a wee bit older than I am and Judy is still working full time at a hospital and the two of them keep busy raising chickens from chicks to full grown for the market. They are working hard now and they have always worked hard. David is one of those disgusting people that can do everything and everything he does he does well. He will deny it but you can trust me………(and “you can trust me!!!” is exactly what I told my prom date). While most people their age are trying their best to figure out ways to NOT do things David and Judy just keep staying as busy as ever…….and they feel and look great. I think that I’ll be just like them…………yep, I’ll start tomorrow!!!
It wasn’t exactly an exciting afternoon in the context of wild and woolie tales. The three of us stayed plopped down at their dining room table and talked the afternoon away. The only little break in the action was Judy giving us all sandwiches and some of the best doggone homemade pickles you have ever had. Then after explaining that I rarely, if ever, discuss politics and why I rarely discuss politics I proceeded to have a two hour political “discussion” with them. You will be glad to know that after that 120 minute exchange…………not one of us changed our minds about ANYTHING.
Sometime during the 5 hour dining room table marathon I sent their daughter, Sherry, a text. We were all going to dinner that night and I asked if she could pick me up at the hotel. Sherry is a rider also and rides at every opportunity. I have been fortunate enough to do two weekend rides with her. I did know, however, that tonight she would be driving and since I had no clue where anything was I begged a ride. She sent a text back saying she would be glad to so that was set. She said that she would pick me up at the hotel at 6:00. So at 5:00 I got out of the Obama, Clinton, Romney, Trump, Bush, Bush, Bush, Clinton, etc. discussion and headed back to the hotel to make me a little less bikerish looking and a little more touristish looking for dinner.
I went down to the lobby to wait for Sherry to pull up. The little gal behind the desk was telling someone that they were expecting a full house that night. Tomorrow was the first day of the Georgia Tax Free period for Back to School and the hotel was right next to a HUGE outlet center. She that historically all the hotels are filled up for the sale weekend. I, for one, would not see the outlet center………regardless of what kind of sale they were having. While standing there looking out the door a couple came in…..probably in their 50s….and the woman asked me if that was my bike across the parking lot. I told her that it was and she said that they had theirs on the trailer and were going up to the mountains of North Carolina……………..then I started to think (when that happens it is worthy of writing it down)……….here I was standing in the lobby of the hotel just looking out the window, dress in shorts and a polo shirt with tennis shoes on, and there was my bike a good 150 feet or so across the parking lot. AND the parking lot was far from empty. How the heck did she know to ask me if that was my bike? They were checking in so I went up and asked her “How did you know to ask me if I was the owner of the bike?” She smiled and said that her husbands stands just like that and will look out at his bike. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wasn’t looking at the bike…..but I am still amazed that out of all the people around and there was only ONE motorcycle that she was able to know it was mine. Spooky!!! She can probably bend spoons too!
Sherry picked me up and we met up with her folks at the El Sombrero for a great Mexican dinner. The talk was fun, the laughter was plentiful, and the food was fantastic………….and, according to Judy, the margaritas were supreme. We strong armed a couple of guys to take our picture as we were leaving.
We did an hour or so of even more chit chat back at David and Judy’s house. I did an arrangement to meet Sherry for breakfast in the morning as I was leaving. I kind of wanted to get out early so that I would have a better chance of beating the rain that has been pounding my area of Florida for the past few days. So I told Sherry that IF she could meet me at 7:00 at the Waffle House I would ride to her exit and meet up with her. Much to my surprise……she agreed!!! So she dropped me off and I headed right up to bed so that I would be able to be up and all packed early enough.
I had already talked with Lisa a little earlier before dinner so I bypassed everything to get to the pillow……with that said, I will meet y’all on DAY SIXTEEN!!!!