Fall Ride 2013 - Day Seven - Friday, 10/25/2013

We rolled out at 9:30 a.m., and headed west under a bit of a compromise plan. Before heading south we would make our way over to Waynesville for breakfast and then Mr. Sarcasm and I were going to explore the coves that lie in the shadow of Cold Mountain for photo opportunities. Once that little side mission was accomplished, we would then head south toward Georgia and our intended goal of Warner-Robins.

We stopped for breakfast at Clyde's in Waynesville where the waitress was sassy and inattentive in keeping with the tradition of the establishment. The place was packed, the service was slow, and the food was okay. But all in all it was a decent experience and just as this wasn't our first visit to Clyde's, it won't be our last.

After breakfast Mr. Sarcasm and I headed into the coves where we chased down a few decent photographs. It felt good to take the time to explore new areas and to bag a shot or two that could prove useful in the months and years to come. The best part of this exercise was letting our photographer side take precedence over our motorcyclist side. Each is important, and each deserves its time as the priority.

 

Eddie decided he wanted no part of photo hunting and announced that he would go back to Dillsboro and wait for us there.

 

Photos bagged, we met up with Eddie again at the Huddle House in Dillsboro, said farewell to Mike and Diane who had come down from the mountain to keep company with Eddie, and then rolled south for Georgia. It was now 2 p.m. and we would need to make steady progress if we were to make Warner-Robins by nightfall.

 

And steady progress is just what we made.

 

Our trip down through Georgia was a push. We stopped only when we needed gas or when Eddie simply wouldn't go another mile without a break. Those breaks would prove to be few and far between.

 

We stopped at 3:20 p.m. in Homer for a leg stretch and road snack. I fed half of my Snickers bar to a black-colored chow mix that was wandering around the convenience store parking lot.

 

At 5:25 p.m., we stopped in Eatonton for another quick break.

 

At 6:20 p.m., we stopped in Macon to refill our gas tanks and to quell a minor rebellion from within the ranks.

 

At 7:00 p.m., we arrived in Warner-Robins, where we quickly secured lodging for the night and got ourselves and our bikes unloaded before heading out in search of dinner.

 

Our hotel experience was particularly good this night. Upon checking in the very helpful desk clerk volunteered to upgrade us to suites for the price of regular rooms. He also gave us all kinds of discounts we didn't really qualify for and also gave us good information about visiting the museum on the Air Force base.

 

We ended up eating Thai food at a restaurant right next to our hotel.

 

After dinner we returned to our oversized hotel suites and pretty much called it a day. We had ridden long and hard all day and the three of us were pretty much beat by this time. I made my last journal entries of the day, checked my email, and went lights out at 9 p.m.

 

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