Memphis to Wilmigton

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          The riding through northern Georgia, Alabama and into South Carolina is hard to beat.  The roads are narrow, lined with plenty of trees, grasses and amazing flowers that send an unbeatable aroma through your nose.  Along the way we stayed with our friend Kevin "Mailman" O'brien, Kaylas' Uncle Tom and her brother in Charleston, SC.  I'd have to say that Charleston is one of the nicest towns I have been to in a while and it actually inspired us to stay for an extra day to explore the town further. With the cobblestone streets, buildings from the 1700's and the salty coastal air the town is full character and history.  Another noteable experiance in Charleston was North Ridge Custom Cycles.  We spoke to a fellow there by the name of Thomas Black.  He was kind of enough to let us use his back lot to drain the oil in my bike and adjust the clutch on Kaylas.  From Charleston we took our time, as we have been this whole trip, getting to Wilmington.  The route north took us to Myrtle Beach, a small beach town overun with drunk college kids.  Though we did stay the night there, I don't plan on going back anytime soon.  Unless of course I fell off the wagon, had a need for a cut rate airbrushed t-shirt and maybe a fight with a frat boy named "Bro"...then I'd go back.  Luckily we escaped without any of this happening.  
         Currently I rest my feet in Wilmington, NC.  My experience here has been great so far.  My old neighbor Tom was kind enough to arrange a place to stay with an old college buddy of his, Pious.  Pious welcomed us with open arms and we can't thank him enough for his kindness and generosity.  It shows a lot of character to host a couple of dirty bikers for a week without anything more then a referance from an old friend.  
         Yesterday was a big day.  We dropped off our motorcycles at the shipping yard where they are being prepped for the voyage.  Everything there went smooth and the gentleman who helped us even offered to drive us downtown, being as how we were stuck there otherwise.  I'm always amazed at how helpful people are on these trips, its refreshing.  So for now, we are simply waiting for the ship to arrive and looking forward to its departure, between 5 and 7pm friday evening.  Once on the boat, we will be completely out of touch for 11 days as there is no WiFi or cell service while making the Atlantic crossing. So, for now, here are a few pics.  I'll try to be better about keeping this blog up do date once we get there.  




















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