That's what Carol calls it when I need a ride.
To paraphrase Poor Richard, "Fish and house guests smell after three days."
I've been putting in a lot of hours at work and Al Tuna had suggested he needed a ride. So a small plan was hatched. The Table Rock area of South Carolina.
It snowed Thursday night, so I had to wait 'til around 1100 for the snow to melt off.
Of course I had to pickle my bike for the first 30 miles or so.