LATE VISION QUEST

Before getting to sleep let me tell you what was going on in the park. There were motorcycles doing burnouts... AWESOME. The main reason that it was awesome was because this camp ground had a burnout box just for you to do that!! There was then a drunk ass that hopped into his Mustang and couldn't figure out how to do a burnout without launching his car and then slamming on his brakes. Persistent guy though, but his fun finally ended when he tried on last time and the car lurched about a car length and he jerked the wheel hitting some gravel and throwing it all over a truck and another guys bike. The next day we heard that the owner of the bike had chips in the paint and it was a custom paint job so they were trying to get a hold of the guy in the Mustang to pay for the damage.

I mentioned that I thought that 22 bucks was expensive, but after checking things out in the park here is what it offered for that. Showers, Pavillion, fire pits, paved parking at your site, a BIG deck on the side of the office w/Direct TV, DVD Player, Stereo, Beer on tap!!!, and the owner would take your order for food and cook it in the kitchen she built.

So on with the morning. The rain was coming and we knew it so we decided to get a couple of runs on the dragon. This time we were starting to become more confident on the bikes and turns. It is a quick learning curve here because all you are literally doing is judging speed and taking turns for about 13 minutes straight. We were starting to take the corners faster and leaner farther. We were reeling more riders in now and very seldom having people come up behind us except for the squids. The knee dragging leather suit wearing power ranger looking fellas are called squids because of the way the shoot down the straight aways to slow up at the corners and then shoot down the straight away again sort of like how a squid propels itself.

Other riders were good about updating you about cops by either patting the helmet to signal a cop ahead of you or patting down in the air saying to slow down.

So here we are at Deal's Gap Resort and it was a Sunday so there was a decent crowd there.

This is looking the other way. You can see that there are bunkhouses so you could stay RIGHT at the end of the dragon and ride it all day if you wanted. Toward the right you can see the Tree of Shame where you can donate a part from your wrecked bike if you wish. Many have dates/names/and short descriptions of how they wrecked.
Oh yeah, there was about every kind of sports car going through as well. Turbo 350Z's, Porsches, Corvettes, rhd 300zx, etc.



The required nice lady was found to take a pic of us both.


Want a T-shirt?


My new horn must be pretty popular around here... even chrome.


Alright, so we get back to camp as the rain starts pouring down. We showered and the owner lady named Sherry made us some lunch. A Canadian guy pulled up on his bike and said that he was separated from all his friend and they must be trapped in the rain somewhere. He said they trailered all their bikes down from Toronto about 16 hours. You can see their trailer in the back of the picture of my tent if you look. The really did say "Eh" a lot.

From here on out is when things got really cool and Adrian became possessed in a way as well. Let me tell you a little more about this place. We met quite a few people hanging out on the deck and everyone shared some stories.

Here's a shot of the deck so you can see that we definitely weren't roughing it here! You could sit up here as long as you wanted and watch satellite tv and use their phone for free.



Meet Willy- Of course he couldn't tell his story, but his story was that he was brought home by one of the owners Sherry and Jody/husband. While Sherry was gone one day Willy decided to eat a goat. The problem with that was that they are Sherry's goats and Jody saw Willy slam this goat to the ground. Jody also happens to be an avid hunter. Jody wasn't really attached to the dog apparently so he took about a hundred yard shot with a rifle and put one through Willy's neck. Willy dropped, then got up and ran. Jody told Sherry when she got home what happened and that he ran off to die. Sherry pointed at Willy sitting right behind him. They then paid a few hundred at the vet and Willy hasn't attacked a goat since.


Dutchess -
You think she's going to tear your face off Cujo style right. Nope, she actually smiles when she's happy.


Here's a picture of Sherry the owner hanging out after cooking some pizzas for the Canadians.


So we both had some patches that we bought and learned that "Burt" the guy that sells some patches and stickers lives in a cabin on the campsite and he'll come down and sew them on if we go get them. It was probably about 8 or 10 o'clock (who cares) and he came down with his rebel flag pajama bottoms on saying that he had just finished smoking a big fatty. He had been kinda rained out earlier since he sets up outside so he was happy to get a little business. He was in such a good mood that after talking a bit he brought me down some apple pie moonshine. I had no idea moonshine could be so smooth.... Burt was from New Mexico and is an ex-marine that used to be in a biker gang.
Here's a pic of his truck and him sewing the patches on in the back of his rig.




More pics from Adrian's camera later and the rest of the nights happenings...