Gears of Loss Grind On To Mountains of Iron (Hard Way Part III)

After a church luncheon in celebration of Phil's life (where I ate too much homemade country food), I knew it was time to hit the road.  Even goodbyes have to end.  There was a race to be run.  Literally and figuratively.

Temps hovered just below 50 degrees.  I donned all the cold weather gear I had.  And hit it.  Hard.  Stopping only for gas and a slice of rancid Flying J pizza near Harrisburg, PA.  I briefly considered removing the seat and sitting on the frame rails as they would be more comfortable, but decided against.  Throttle nearly to the stops, my speeds were anything but legal.  I don't condone or recommend my actions and I'm not particularly proud of them, but sometimes man, you just got to go.  And go fast.

Arrive in Richmond at 2 am, enough time to sleep for three hours.  There is a van to be loaded, gear stowed and the five hour drive to Rural Retreat VA for Round 12 of the Virginia Championship Hare Scrambles Series, the Iron Mountain GP.

Tom Petty wrote: "I don't know, but I've been told, you never slow down you never grow old..."

Sure hope he was right.

 

No relevant pictures for this post, so here's a video of the start from Coyote Run. 2p, red GasGas