Ride there was HOT beyond belief, but was made tolerable by the company. Snowman and I left his store only 5 minutes after our planned departure time at 0500 (a big accomplishment for me). Of course, I was still remembering things that I forgot to pack, but that's normal. I'd have never captured it well enough, but wish I could have gotten a picture of the sunrise in your rear-view mirror, riding through the mountains of SW VA.

Surprisingly, all of our meet-ups with other folks along the way went fairly well. SO many factors involved, I figured there was bound to be some minor problems. Hill-Billy (aka "Not-So-Wild Bill") had arrived at the first meeting spot just a few minutes before we pulled in. BEVA had looked at the map (something I had not done) and figured out that since he was already west of Knoxville, it would make no sense to back track east, meet up with us at Kodak, TN and then re-cover the same miles around and through Knoxville. So there was a voice mail when we got there saying he would see us in Cookeville at the next stop. Of course if I had done that to begin with, BEVA could have left an hour later!

Met up in Cookeville with Ron, BEVA, and Brian (BEVA's riding podna from New Orleans). From there it was a short convoy to the Nashville 'burbs and Casa de Grambo. Bit of excitement on the interstate as we encountered a blown recap. BEVA was leading and tried to stick his leg out to warn us, but he was in his van <G>.

As promised, the hospitality at the Grambo manor was gracious. Half-dozen parched riders descended on Melinda's kitchen and enjoyed a great lunch. Grambo, you and Melinda went to way too much trouble but it was greatly appreciated.

Grambo led us around Nashpatch to avoid downtown traffic. That was the good part. Unfortunately that also meant a dew stoplights where we could sit and watch the pavement melt in front of us. Bank thermometers read 103º. We did pass a church that had a thermometer message board and it said only 98º, but I think they were measuring the temperature in Hell.

Arrived finally (about 540 miles from when we started)! Some quick sweaty hugs and hellos. The only open cabin was Cabin 12, which actually is the only one (other than the Teton) with central air. Some quick negotiations and the Cabin 5 group was moved over there. Raisn, Snowman, BEVA, Snort, and KM/Evey are great roommates.

Dinner Wednesday -- Somehow the 4 Pigs resturant got a shirt just like mine and made curtains out of it! (or else Big Dog stole the resturant's curtains and made my shirt out of it). Bison burgers were good, but not "wow". Definitely coudl tell they were processed and frozen. Shoulda tried the bison steak (next time!).

The first group ride was for Thursday morning. After the long ride and the temps north of 100, my plan was to skip the group ride and just make a short early-morning, one-tank ride up the road. I wasn't thinking group ride (since my intent was just straight up, look around, straight back, with no stops en route -- hard to do with a group), but would welcome a couple of folks if any wanted to ride along. But as Thursday morning dawned, I found sitting on our veranda sipping coffee with my roomies about as good a place to be as any. Arty stopped by about 8:15 and reminded me that I was going to leave at 8. Since I was still in my sleep pants, it was apparent I was not just about to leave. Told Arty I was skipping any ride and would try again on Friday, so he elected to go on the big group ride. I ASS-U-MEd he had told the other folks that were waiting on me, so I got another cup of coffee and visited. Heard the big group pull out, and about 10 minutes later, someone (forget who) pulled up and let me know there were 4 or 5 guys that were geared up, sitting on their bikes, and waiting for me! So it was a quick gear up and fire the bike up. With my roomies included, we now had about 7 for the journey.

Rode up to the Cave-in-Rock ferry on a simple "stop-sign-optional" route<G>. We were about a third across the river when we saw another group of bikes at the landing on the KY side. I asked the ferry man if he had brought a group of bikes over before us and he had not, so we guessed it might be the 'main ' group. A little squinting and I recognized Jason's bright red ST. I waved to try to attract their attention and gave them a unique salute, but apparently none of them saw us. When we reached the other side we found some shade to await the other group. After a quick hello, we headed on to the Cave-in-Rock state park. A bathroom break and a quick tour of the cave and we were ready to head back. If Beavis and I want to be in group pictures, we need to learn to run much faster!

With the late start, and the time spent waiting on the main group to cross the river, we were now at lunch time. Originally my plan was to be back at the cabin by lunch but since I had kept the group waiting for me, it was easy to accede to Doug's request for a lunch stop in Marion. Really nice waitress and the ice tea was mighty cold. After lunch, bike fired right up and we rode back without incident, except I missed a turn near the dam and we went a little out of our way. So we added a gas stop in Draffenville. After filling the tank, I turned the key and Temptress barely turned over. Thought it might just be the heat getting to my battery. We push-started the bike and started the last 10 miles home. It was then I noticed on my voltmeter that I wasn't getting more than 10.5 volts. Not good.

Made it back to the resort, where with the help of Flash, Chad, Beavis, JD and others, confirmed my stator was shot. The R/R plug was about 1/6 chewed up by corrosion. I replaced my stock battery with a MF back in fall '03, but it sure looked like I must have had an acid spill before that. Kick my butt for not looking closely at the R/R plug in the last 4 years. At any rate, we started brain-storming options. I had (or so I thought) an extended warranty so if I could just get it to a dealer, they would replace it for me. Called all the dealers within 50 miles and no one had a stator in stock. And even if there were, none were moved by my sob story of being stranded 500 miles from home, at least not enough to say they would work me in on Friday if I found the part (and this was BEFORE I mentioned the warranty and they were looking at getting an $800 labor job.

So thoughts turned to how I could get the bike to a dealer and me home. Lot of good suggestions from folks, including several that involved very kind offers of assistance. Among others, Ron offered to let me drop him off in Cookeville and drive his truck all the way home with the bike on the back. If I could bet the bike to Nashvile, Grambo offered me his truck and trailer for as long as I needed. I think this speaks volumes for the quality of people in this group. We started narrowing it down to having one of my adult kids, or Snowman's wife, driving my SUV over to Nashville so we could put the bike on Grambo's trailer and haul it home. Threw in some groceries with some folks from the Teton for a nice dinner, and joined in on the pickin' and grinnin' til late in the evening.

As I drifted off to sleep, started having a nagging thought as to whether my extended warranty was 5 years or 4 (meaning it ended 3 months ago). By morning, that nagging thought was a raging doubt. So I borrowed a laptop (having WiFi at the resort was great!) and looked it up. The warranty was only 3 years so I have been out of warranty for over a year! Dianna and JD both had spare stators they were willing to sell me if I wanted to replace it with the help of the group. Besides the cost involved, I don't know of any better Vulcan experts than those surrounding me, so decided to dig in and Just Do It ©. Bad thing was I had lost Thursday evening and a couple of hours Friday morning when I could have at least been stripping parts off.

The resort actually offered us the use of any of the screened in porches on the cabins we were using. The only one that didn't have steps was Cabin 5 that we had given up and was now occupied by someone who wasn't with the group! There was another cabin that had a raised deck and we set up a great shop in the shade. Actually Larry set up the shop with a great home made lift he had on his trailer and an industrial strength fan.

I think almost every single person pitched in something to this project. I hate to start mentioning names because my sun-fried brain will leave someone out. Larry, Lzzrd, Beavis, JD and Snowman in particular went way beyond the call in helping me get the bike apart and back together right. Probably 20 people turned a wrench on the project. Several other folks made parts runs (no small feat since the nearest parts store or Walmart was 15 miles away). Some of the consumables (like oil filter) were provided by folks who had brought them for the raffle (I had only one ticket with my name pulled at the drawing, but I figured I 'won' my prizes before the drawing began, and just had to make sure I bought enough tickets to cover my prizes! Couple of different folks helped document the project so that Beavis and I can edit together an 'instructional' video to post to the files section (and give Dianna another chance to tell someone to look there!).

If I had tried this at home (and I probably wouldn't be confident in my wrenching skills to even try), it would have taken me weeks. The group got it done in about 8 hours total. Might have even been less. We saved a lot of time on disassembly and assembly since 2, 3 even 4 people would be working on it at the same time. But we slowed down at some points so that everyone could take a look at something (like the inside of a stator cover!). And after we had everything apart, we stopped to let Beavis and Duece cut the new gaskets. They could have been doing that while were disassembling except I didn't let Beavis get too far away while I was stumbling through the process!

To everyone who pitched in some way or another, THANK YOU is wholly inadequate to express my gratitude but it's the best words I can come up with.

We got the bike about 85-90% put back together on Friday. It was getting late and if I was tired, there were a couple of folks who had to be exhausted. Jason said I chased the folks away and he wasn't kidding. With dinner cooking on the grill, there were folks who were still working on the bike and willing to stay on it until it was finished.

After cleaning up, it was over to the Teton for the group meal, and then it was movie night. I had not seen Wild Hogs so it was a treat (pretty funny movie). A few adult beverages and some enlightenment at the foot of our MC Buddha (Starr) who had driven straight from work (340 miles away).

Got up early Saturday to finish the assembly. Beavis actually got a little PO'd with me because I didn't wake him up at 6 am to come work with me! And he was serious! Fortunately he came along shortly because there weren't too many more things I knew where they went! We went ahead and removed some of the emissions crap. Finally about 11 it was all back together, battery charged, fluids filled. Fired right up to the cheers of the crowd. Still in shorts and t-shirt, I rode a few laps around the resort for a test ("we did hook that brake cable back up didn't we?"). Satisfied that everything was hooked up, it was time for a shakedown ride. Picked up about 6 wingmen (one wingwoman) for a little out-and-back ride down the Trace.

In the parking lot of the Welcome Center they have a little brick outhouse. The parking spot next to it had a large sign saying "15 minute time limit". That just struck me as hilarious so I had to get a picture.

Others have and will post about Saturday night's dinner; not much more I can add to that. After the official group picture, we got another group foto with the repaired bike and the bad stator. That one gets printed 8x10 and goes on my garage wall. I took the right side cover of my bike and had all the folks who pitched in on the bike sign the inside of it with a paint pen. Have to autograph that work of art! I think Lzzrd has a picture of the signed cover.

Maybe it's a bike thing, and there are ST1100 groups or Honda Shadow groups where the cameraderie is as great as in this group. And there are no doubt smart and generous riders in clubs or groups out there. But I am convinced that for whatever reason, some of the finest people on two (or 3) wheels have found there way to the Vulcan 750. And I feel so incredibly blessed to have found and be a part of this group. Maybe Jangles (zhan-GLAIS) can get a research grant to study the psychology behind this -- does owning and riding the 750 make the people this way, or is there some reason a predominant number of these folks wind up riding the Vulcan?

Sunday morning began with a brief devotional service on the beach. I had the idea a week or two ago that it would be cool to have a little service since many of us were missing our normal Sunday morning services back home. I asked Ron and Pick about it and they had the same thoughts. Ron graciously agreed to lead the service (and didn't even ask a love offering!). Raisn and HillBilly provided the music with an assist from Larry and some croaking frog. It was a very nice moment.

Our idea was to leave shortly after the service (about 7). It would be Billy and Snowman with me on the road home. We (mostly I) was behind on packing, at least getting it on the bike.

The ride home seemed to take forever. Especially since I was now riding on my stock seat alone. After hearing several people rave about the Airhawk, I probably had too high expectations and because of that I was never thoroughly satisfied with it. But going back to stock made me appreciate what the Airhawk did. Not sure if I will buy another one though.

Bill and Howard are great riding companions but I think they would have loved to ditch me. My 'style' on a long interstate trip is to ride hard (max speed the traffic allows) for until I hit reserve, but then extend my stops to rehabilitate my butt. Howard & Bill rode at the speed limit (though not Pickly), but didn't piddle around at the gaas stops. Even with Howard smoking at the stops, seems like they always waiting on me.

Didn't seem quite as hot coming back as it did on Thursday. At Wytheville, VA (about 70 miles from home), I looked south and saw a rainbow in the sky. I was all excited until I realized a "rain"bow usually meant there was "rain", and the one we saw was between us and home! About 50 miles from home, we ran into some dark clouds and a few raindrops, so we pulled over to put the rainsuits on. As usual, I took longer than Snowman, so I told him to go ahead and take off next break in traffic (he was still bogging down on inclines and we had stopped at the bottom of a hill). An as usual, putting on the rainsuit protected us from rain! Hit a few big scattered drops in the next couple of miles, but nothing I wouldn't have ridden through suitless.

Never did catch up with Snowman, as his route separated from mine about 35 miles from where we put the suits on. Rolled into the driveway abotu 10 til 8, or about 10½ hours from when we started. I hit the shower before unloading the back and expected a voice mail from Snowman to come while I was in the shower. He called right about the time I was posting the message to the group to say he was home and safe.

All in all, probably the best Gathering ever for me. Even taking out the stator adventure and the overwhelming assistance provided by the group, it was as much fun as I have had at a Gathering. Some new friendships formed and treasured old friendships renewed. We've already reserved Cabin 12 (with the central A/C!!) for next year. We'll have two sleeper sofa's available so the bidding will start in January!! Howard and I were already talking about plans (he will likely trailer so that Snowbird can come), and taking extra days off so we can enjoy the trip there and back more. I couldn't resist spending a few minutes on MS Streets last night looking at mostly non-interstate route there. Hopefully the next 51 weeks will fly by and we'll say everyone again soon.

Somehow I never seem to remember to blog except when I have limited or no access to Yahoo.  I'll have a couple of retroactive entries to make later.

If I had been blogging dutifully, you would know that I am on TDY to Nashville for 3 weeks.  Wife & youngest kid came up first weekend to spend the July4 holiday with me, so this was my first/only free weekend in town.  And this was the main reason I rode my bike here instead of taking the cage.  After my free breakfast (LOVE Embassy Suites, especially on my boss' dime), I suited up and headed for the north end of the Natchez Trace Parkway (NTP) which is about 14 miles from the hotel.  Never know when/if I'll ever be this close to NTP again so I figured it would be my loss if I didn't ride some of it. 

Inevitably, my mind ran to comparing the NTP with "my" Blue Ridge Parkway.  Probably a little apples-and-oranges since the BRP runs along a ridgeline about 2500 feet higher (per my GPS) than the NTP.  But FWIW, my impression was that the NTP has nowhere near the scenic quality of the BRP, but it seems to have a lot more historical exhibits and nature trails.  The northern 20-30 miles was real nice to ride with rolling hills and sweeping curves, although the further south you go the flatter and straighter -- generally less interesting -- the road becomes.  It was still a good ride:  Just your basic two-lane blacktop, with fields and forests and not much traffic.

In fact, I marvelled in the first 15-20 miles that bicyclists outnumbered motorized vehicles of any sort by a good 10-1.  The further from Nashville I got, the fewer bicycles I saw.  Gradully saw more bikes (the motorized kind) as the day went on, but nowhere near the number I'd typically see on the BRP on a great day like yesterday.  I did get behind a Harley at one point.  Guy about my age or a little older.  What caught my attention was his passenger.  50-ish woman wearing white cotton short-shorts (made Daisy-Dukes look like overalls) and leather chaps.  Following "behind" (pun intended) I was practically mooned.  She had a nice all over tan, though.  Butt [sic] it looked like she had Nicorette patches on each cheek.

At one stop, about 35 miles out, this couple also happened to be there and I heard them conversing with another rider.  He was (or claimed to be) a songwriter who had written "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off".  He was getting the couple's phone # and I heard something about "I'll get you on the bus", apparently the tour bus of whoever sings that song.  

I had been stopping at nearly every pull off up to this point, but frankly being a little underwhelmed at most of them (unless I wanted to park the bike and hike a half mile down trails), I skipped the next few and put some miles behind me.  Did stop at the Merriweather Lewis monument which had a small exhibit.  A little disappointing since I knew more about Lewis from my limited reading than the exhibit explained.   This was where I saw the first deer of the day as well.  I had heard horror stories about deer-inflicted accidents on the NTP so I was a little more alert.  But I was two hours into the trip before I caught sight of this first one (and in the woods scampering away).  In the next hour I did see a turkey hen with three little chicks, and what I swear was a red wolf trotting casually along the road (might have just been a dog, but...).  Tried to get pictures of both but by the time I could get the bike slowed to get my camera out, those loud Cruzers had scared them off!

Though I was playing it pretty much by ear, I sort of had in mind to make it to Tishomingo MS, just because I liked saying "Tishimingo" (whisper it with me, TISH-uh-MEEN-goooo").  I had plenty of the NTP by the time I got there (about 140 miles) so it was good place to exit.  It occurred to me as I was leaving the Trace that I still hadn't hit reserve (I filled up right before entering).   Great mileage at a stately 50 mph. 

Tishimingo (TISH-uh-MEEN-gooooooooo) is about 4-blocks long and looks nowhere near as melodious as it sounds (TISH-uh-MEEN-gooooooooo).  It did have a gas station where I filled up, and a post office so I could add another picture to my collection.  Also had a mean-looking sherrif's deputy cruising up and down Main St, so I was damn careful about maintaining the 25 mph speed limit!

From Tishimingo (TISH-uh-MEEN-gooooooooo) , I headed north to see the Shiloh battlefield.  I had ridden through lunch so was looking for a place to grab a bite.  When I crossed into TN, I skirted parts of Pickwick reservoir so I grabbed a convenience store sandwich and found a shady spot at Pickwick Landing State Park for a very relaxing respite. 

Nonetheless by the time I made it to Shiloh battlefield I was hot, sweaty, sunburnt, and just about ready to find the quickest route back to Nashpatch.  Wandering the shady cemetery at Shiloh was somehow both sombering and refreshing.  Don't know why the latter.  Took some pics and took some time to reflect.  As I mounted back up I noticed there were signs for a driving tour of the battlefield so I followed them.  This was one of the rare occassion that I did wish for quieter pipes, however I found that by getting it up into 3rd and keeping the RPMs a little above idle, I could cruise slowly and (relatively) quietly.  IN a few places, I just hit the kill swith and pulled the clutch and coasted for a while.  It was close to six by now so the deer were coming out to feed in the big fields.  Think I got a picture of one (hard to tell on the little display screen.  Don't have my cable with me to view/upload them).  Wound up taking close to an hour to go through the whole tour. 

Looking on the map, I realized I was pretty close to Parsons, so gave Fallguy a holler.  They were about to celebrate his mom's birthday and he invited me to stop by, but I was far too road-grimey to be around real people, so I got some general directions and took a rain check.  Steve gave me two options for getting back: the absolute quickest and the more scenic.  I wound up taking a combination.  Got to ride through McNairy County, home of Buford T Pusser.  I noticed some campaign signs for their current election, including a sheriff's race.  Thought about what it must be like to be the successor to Walking Tall.  Of course, you KNOW I obeyed the speed limit through here!  Also saw a little flyspeck on the map called Reagan.  OK, I know it had nothing to do with my hero Ronald, but still...  Stopped for a quick picture of the Post Office. 

Passed through beautiful downtown Parsons (nice town you live in, Steve) and got back on the slab about 80 miles from 'home', just as the sun was disappearing.  After almost 250 miles of back roads, it was nice to open up the throttle and let Temptress clear her throat.  Some town about 40 miles west of Nashville seemed to be having an extended July 4th celebration and I was treated to a nice fireworks display in the distance.  Made it back to the hotel about 10:45, a little over 12 hours from when I left.  About 350 miles in the saddle.

Nice thing about my temporary home:  After a quick shower to remove a layer of grime, I could hit the hotel's whirlpool to soak away any soreness.  Actually, between my Snowman backrest and Airhawk butt pad, I wasn't that sore.  Of course, I think I'll hang around the air conditioned hotel today...

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