Trans che ROKEE’s
A weekend without the bike…not so bad. I did do a little representing. Friday before The Pie and I headed West to Cherokee, NC I got my a package from the Vikings of Knoxville. Seems like back when the whole Viking (single speeders) VS Ninjas (gearies) thing came about it sparked some debate on their local forum. Next thing you know the local Vikings made it official and got shirts. Stumpy sent me a couple shirts, but one shirt seemed extra special.
Here’s The Pie and I in an obligatory photo op in front of Mingo Falls.
and here’s the back of the shirt that has a warm place in my heart. Having a shirt that proclaims “I am a single speeder” is OK. Having a shirt that proclaims me as a freak, well that’s more like it. That’s also a much bigger topic of discussion I’ll save for later.
We brought some half-ass firewood logs, but the fireplace inside the cabin was a gas unit. No problem. I lit them up on the grill on the porch, and we had a fine evening by the fire outside. The “faux logs” did need a little coaxing to get them into a blazing frenzy. Nothing a few rented kitchen utensils and a dulled fear of flames couldn’t handle.
This would be the obligatory self portrait couple shot (quite a few MGD’s in). We had a good time, but I am definitely ready to get back on a bike. Two days without a ride is kinda hard. I started to get kinda dopey, but today I will be back on a bike. Sure I might be delivering packages and stuff, but I’ll still be turning pedals.
