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Bikers, Babies and Dreams! |
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I was looking forward to this day all week. It seemed like forever sin= ce I've been able to meet up with my best buddy for breakfast and a ride. W= ith him back on his bike, I knew this was going to be just one of many grea= t rides ahead. After listening to Pam complain about the early rise and shi= ne, we hit the road on our way to meet Wendell and Karen at Hardees for a q= uick biscuit. With breakfast out of the way we were off to the Harley deale= rship.
As we rounded the building, headed for the back lot, we noticed = three Victory's parked at the back. Roy and Jeanie, Bruce and Ronda, and Ti= m were already there and waiting on us so we could all line up with about 1= 00 more bikes for the ride to Talladega. |
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While we waited for the activities to start we had a good time sociali= zing with the other bikers. With the instructions for the day’s activ= ities out of the way we were given the all too famous words, “Riders,= start your engines!” by two of the cutest twin boys (4 years old) th= at the March of Dimes has helped. It was a good reminder of why we do these= rides.
With the last of the engines roaring we all began to pull out one by o= ne. Escorted by two police bikes, we headed out to pick up another group of= riders in Priceville that were coming from the Shoal's. They fell in line = once we passed and the line of bikes stretched out in front of me as far as= I could see heading down Hwy 67. The police did an awesome job at stopping= traffic and keeping the whole group together and safe. The ride was great,= the weather was great, and the company was great. |
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By - David Bodie - Aka: Speedy, Photogr= aphy by Pam Bodie, Wendell Rogers and Rhonda Gulley |
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As far as the eyes could see! |
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For the first 50 miles all was well and then I hear a voice coming fro= m the back seat. Yes, it was Pam. The words, “When are they going to = stop? My butt hurts; do they think I am training for the iron butt ride?= 221; cut through the wind. The backseat complaints continued off and on for= about 30 more miles until we finally stopped for gas and a break. |
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Shortly after Mikey came by giving us a five to go, I heard the roar o= f engines out by the road. In no time we were back in staggered formation o= n the last leg. Luck was with us as we split two storm showers heading down= Mudd Rd. In about 30 minutes we hit Speedway Blvd and made the turn, ridin= g through the tunnel to the infield of the track. |
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Through the tunnel! |
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Hidden Treasures! |
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We had a great lunch provided by Longhorn Steakhouse while we enjoyed = the band. With our bellies full we were eager to do our 2 laps around the t= rack. The line was long but the wait was not. Let me tell you; I personally= thought it was great. You see it all the time but to get a chance to actua= lly ride it on your bike was something else. Pam was a little apprehensive = at first but we hadn’t cleared turn two and I could hear from the bac= k seat; “Wow! This is so cool!”. |
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and about another 40 miles, we were pulling into the grounds of 29 Dre= ams bike resort .
The mist ports from the roof of the outdoor lounge area along with the= ceiling fans helped cool us down some. Pam and I, Wendell, Karen, Ro= y and his better half, Jeanie, grabbed a bite to eat and washed it down wit= h beer and sodas. The heat of the day was about to get the best of us but t= he skies opened up in the nick of time, providing a much needed relief. We = sat on the porch and watched it rain and storm for a couple of |
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It don’t get no better than this! |
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How high can a Vision fly? |
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hours. Most of the members and guests were either gone for the d= ay or retired to their cabins by the time the rain stopped. I had the= staff prepare us a few coolers of beer and cold drinks before they closed = down for the night, and we sat there on the porch, never moving until almos= t midnight; reflecting on the events of the day with laughter and enjoying = the best of friends. It was a great ending to a great day.
After a good nights sleep, we hit the breakfast buffet and waited for = the rain to move out before packing it in and heading home. It‘s the = time I hate the most; when I know the trip is almost over. We took the back= roads home, taking our time. We left Roy and Jeanie at our last rest stop = where they headed west as we continued north, promising each other that we = would do it again real soon. It was late afternoon by the time we made it h= ome safe and sound. |
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Good times and laughter to! |
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“Riders, start your engines!” |
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Dogs and burgers all around! |
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Before we knew it we were hitting the pit road apron, making the turn = behind the wall and rounding the garage area. We made our way through= the parked bikes and over to the line for pictures. The line was long but = we waited in the hot sun anyway just to get our picture taken in Victory La= ne (kind of made sense, since we were all riding Victories). Well, at= least most of us.
With the pictures out of the way and since shade trees were few = and far between on the track grounds, I rushed everybody back onto the bike= s. Leaving Bruce and Rhonda as they were heading back to the track for a fe= w more laps, we hit the nearest store for a cold drink and some shade. Afte= r a short break |
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