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header 05-24-2010 07:14 AM

Header does Tennessee!
 
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He opened his eyes, finally seeing light comming through the window.
His first thoughts were of not being able to find a camping spot before dark forcing him to pay the small sum of twenty five bucks for a hotel room and how he would have slept better in his bivy sack as opposed to the rocks they apparently stuff hotel mattresses with.

He woke up many times during the night, no idea why. It could have been because he was mad about the lack of time and miles he rode the day before but more likely was the airconditioner that he had left on full blast turning the cheap hotel room into more of a cave than a hotel.

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The man had been in Tennessee the day before but well over half of his time was used just getting here. He didnt have much time, only a long weekend, making it even more important to wake up early and start the day right. Both of which he had not been able to do the day before and in the hotel. He had to trailor his bike from Southern Indiana to a town in Tennessee where he
could leave the jeep and continue on with just his bike.

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But this young mans story starts days before this...

header 05-25-2010 10:38 PM

Sorry for the intermission!
 
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It was a few months ago that our main character got his second chance to go for a long unsupported ride. He only went for an overnight trip but remembering how much he loved that trip kept him on his toes while planning his newest expedition. He had meticulously planned every detail down to the most miniscule fact. He had prepped the bike for everything he knew how and enjoyed every minute preparing for the voyage. But alas he never got to go. The chains of responsibility had a tight hold and showed no signs of breaking. His time came and went, but he knew if he was patient he would one day get the chace to ride again.

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<sub>(Found my glasses! Picture is of me at the top of one of the many mountains.)</sub>

He waited and waited knowing that one day the sea and the skies would be calm and clear enough to allow another departure.

Without warning he found himself with a long weekend free of those rusty chains. Burrying himself with the preperation of this voyage he started to swell with anticipation, having only a vague and blurry idea of what lay ahead of him only seemed to fuel his desire even more.

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<sub>(Like the water under a bridge, time seems to move so slow when you want something but when your in the middle of it someone pulls down the dam holding back the water seemingly cutting your time in half when you want it most)</sub>

He woke up with a start. He knew something was wrong as soon as he opened his eyes. "Damn electronics!" He said to himself when he found out the time. Everyone had already left for work hours ago while he peacefully slept through the three alarms he had set to make sure he got up for an early start.

It took him a few hours to get everything together, he just couldnt seem to get organized. Frantically running around trying to find this or that, "why did I not do this last night when I was awake?" Again saying this to only himself as he was alone now and would be for the next three days.

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When he finally had everything ready he started to load his trusty steed. Heading out to the barn to get the trailor he had his first taste of mother nature for the weekend. She too seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The entire atmosphere around him seemed to be creaking and growning almost refusing to go on. The humidity was stifiling, the cloud cover made the day seem very bleak and the lack of wind made the heat even more obvious. Days like that were only good for one thing, effectively derailing any hope of enjoyment, but even all of this would not hold him back. He was determined and would never give in. This was HIS trip, mother nature nor the sand man were going to take it from him.

Soon after he finally began his trip, it was to start with five hours of boring highway, but he didnt care. After all, it was leading to new trails, unexplained circumstances, new people and many miles to drown out the cries that are every day life.

Next up, day one!

Header.

ADK 05-25-2010 11:09 PM

Why is he writing about himself in the third person? :scratch

planemanx15 05-25-2010 11:19 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ADK
Why is he writing about himself in the third person? :scratch

It makes the story sound cooler.

header 05-26-2010 05:27 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ADK
Why is he writing about himself in the third person? :scratch

Just something different. I never really enjoy reading about "I took my bike down such and such a road then turned onto this road, stopped to get some gas". I just figured I would try something different.

RideFreak 05-26-2010 07:34 AM

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Originally Posted by header
Just something different. I never really enjoy reading about "I took my bike down such and such a road then turned onto this road, stopped to get some gas". I just figured I would try something different.

Exactly :thumb

Read the quote above, look how many times you have to use "I" in first person.

Keep it comin header, we're ready to see some 'ridin :lurk

GB 05-26-2010 08:14 AM

:thumb

:lurk

larryboy 05-26-2010 08:43 AM

larryboy hopes he doesn't take a header.

:thumb

BackRoadNomad 05-26-2010 09:19 AM

Header, your story is a refreshing venue written in third person. I thought I was reading the "Introduction" page of a novel. I'm ready to turn the page to "Chapter one". Keep writing. I'll keep reading.


You mentioned trailering your bike down to Tennessee...looking at your post #2, it appears you are carrying your XR650 on a receiver mounter m/c carrier on the back of a Jeep Cherokee. Am I right? I have the same setup up and have seen that image in my rear view mirror many times.

I live NW of Nashville near Ft. Campbell should you ever need to leave a trailer in Tennessee again. Just send me a pm; I have a lockable fenced in yard with 24/7 security named "Pepper" who can dash 100 yards in under 9 seconds.

waltwhitman 05-26-2010 11:05 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by header

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Next up, day one!

Header.

cool pics thanks for sharing :1drink

header 05-26-2010 10:10 PM

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Originally Posted by ThunderDog
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You mentioned trailering your bike down to Tennessee...looking at your post #2, it appears you are carrying your XR650 on a receiver mounter m/c carrier on the back of a Jeep Cherokee. Am I right? I have the same setup up and have seen that image in my rear view mirror many times.



Yes sir, just got the setup. I like it much better than carrying a large trailor for only one bike. Plus I can just toss the carrier into the jeep when I want :D

Quote:

Originally Posted by ThunderDog
I live NW of Nashville near Ft. Campbell should you ever need to leave a trailer in Tennessee again. Just send me a pm; I have a lockable fenced in yard with 24/7 security named "Pepper" who can dash 100 yards in under 9 seconds.

Sweet! Thanks for the hospitality. Next time im down there ill shoot you a message, maybe we can do some riding :ricky

header 05-26-2010 10:13 PM

Time for bed...
 
I just got home from work and im way too tired to write any tonight. :snore

Tomorrow though, day one and hopefully the meat of day two :nod

tpar1220 05-26-2010 10:43 PM

Quote:

Why is he writing about himself in the third person? :scratch
:lol3


and when i met up with him at an off road park.... and he was stripped down to his skivies... layin in the sun instead of riding. i thought the same thing. why the hell is he doin that?

whatever..... he does his own deal. i kinda dig his writing style. carry on header, i am with ya. :deal

header 05-27-2010 11:01 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by tpar1220
:lol3


and when i met up with him at an off road park.... and he was stripped down to his skivies... layin in the sun instead of riding. i thought the same thing. why the hell is he doin that?

whatever..... he does his own deal. i kinda dig his writing style. carry on header, i am with ya. :deal

:rofl there were a few times during this trip I wanted to do that again :lol3

Thanks guys for all the kind comments, and sorry for such long breaks between each segment but I dont want to half ass this one :deal

header 05-27-2010 11:35 AM

South we go!

His excitement had quickly turned into boredom as he realized he had a five hour trip by himself before he could swing a leg over his only companion. The scenery didnt change much, if at all, until more than half way through the drive. Slowly the fields and wooded patches started to roll together and open up. As each hour passed the terrain began to protrude with more and more large rocks and very open hillsides that were so clean and green they seemed more at home in an expensive stuck up housing division.

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With only a short while to go he tried to keep the butterflies inside him at bay but nothing he did would help. They wanted out, much like himself. Then almost immediately he found himself stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Looking at his maps he couldnt believe it. He had only one mile to get to his exit and he would then be free. After a few nervous minutes he slid onto the shoulder, gliding past the other cages like an inmate walking out of jail.

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Within minutes he was off the interstate and slowly heading south towards the only part of the trip he had planned. He was to stay at a specific town, in their small airport. It would be safe, and if he had the right code he could use the lounge when he wanted. But more traffic in town! "Are you kidding me!? Damnit!" again cursing to noone, he couldnt believe he was in traffic again. He didnt have enough time. If he wanted to cover any miles at all he needed to get the bike out now.

He found a nice looking hotel, it was good enough. He would use it as his drop area. Quickly he unloaded what he needed, got dressed, and checked his maps...

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He was off!

His only plan was to ride some mountains. That and find somewhere to stay. The sands of time again had different plans. It was already late, he only had a few hours to ride and most of that time was needed to find somewhere to camp. But he didnt care, he was in Tennessee with a motorcycle and camping gear. That was all he needed.

He followed the front tire in search of mountains. He knew there was a camping area south east of where he was, so were the mountains. "Good enough for me!" He said to himself as he slid the bike into gear and took off into the unknown, the echoe of the massive six-fifty ratteling off each building as he passed.

He tried and tried to get into the mountains that where everywhere but time and time again he found himself at dead ends or private property.

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He was beginning to get mad. They were tantilizingly close, always a glance away but he was running out of time and had to find somewhere to sleep.

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As he rolled into another small town he happened to see a sign advertising hotel rooms for only twentyfive bucks. He figured the camp ground would charge him at least fifteen and seeing as it was already dark he decided to check it out.

He quietly ate his soup and drank from his water bag while looking over his maps, planning out the next day, in the luxury or his hotel room. Little did he know he wouldnt sleep for a damn...

See post one to pick off from here.


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