Over the past few days I’ve been blown away by all of the comments that have been posted on my blog. People from all different stages of my life have been encouraging and supporting me; it gives me energy and drives me. Thank you all so much!
We woke up this morning in Nags Head, NC to bright sunshine and a picturesque view of the beach. Although sunny, it was still extremely cold, but we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a walk on the beach; favorite warm drink in hand. Mom was the only one courageous enough to go into the water; she’s officially a member of the polar bear club! It’s a subtlety, but the wave caught her off guard with her back to the water.
After we had soaked up the scenery for a bit, we headed for Raleigh, NC. The drive is amazing – bridges, marshes, and cotton fields. As we rolled into Raleigh, Shannon and I enjoyed the nostalgia of our college days in Raleigh at North Carolina State University. We met up with my brother Aaron who had flown in from Orlando, FL to join us, along with our good friends Timpla & Porter, Bree, and Thomas. We all gathered at Harrison’s Bar & Grill. This was an old stomping ground of ours and the home of the best buffalo chicken sandwich; I’m a huge connoisseur. It felt a lot like the old days.
After lunch, we had a difficult decision to make. Ryan and David had reached the end of this part of the journey, and were ready to head back home to Rochester, NY along with the second trailer. Do we have them leave the Ducati with us, or take it back home?? We only have space in our trailer for two motorcycles, and with the Ducati, we would have three motorcycles. That means someone has to ride at least one bike from Raleigh to Orlando. Normally this would be a no brainer, but the weather has been extremely cold! As always when a decision is left to Aaron and I, we egged each other on to the most challenging conclusion; bring the bike.
Tonight we would shoot for Myrtle Beach, SC. Aaron and I started off on the motorcycles. The first hour was great, however, the sun began to set, and the temperature dropped to the low 30s. Eventually, I needed a break from the cold, so Dad took a stint on the bike. After about a half hour, Aaron and Dad pulled off to the side of the road to warm up; they looked like popsicles! I couldn’t let Dad suffer any longer for our decision. I jumped back on the bike, and Aaron and I made it through the rest of the ride to Myrtle Beach by joking around and reminiscing on the helmet radios about stories of our childhood on Peglow Rd.
On the subject of childhood memories, our night was spent with one of the most influential teachers from my high school days, Coach Martello; my track and x-country running coach. Through my blog, Rich and Linda contacted us and invited us to stay with them in their condo in Myrtle Beach. It just happened that we were heading in their direction. It had been years since I had seen them, and it was awesome to spend some time together!