I finally got to particapate in the Trail of Tears motorcyle ride. I rode in this because my husband says that I never do anything he likes to do.
After 4-5 hours of sleep the night before, the clouds rolled in as I rolled myself out of bed for a rough ride on the iron horse.
I got wet and cold, my butt was sore. My neck hurt from holding a heavy helment on my head.
I don’t think the majority of the riders gave one hill of beans as to the ride they were supposed to be commenerating. More than likely, the pack of riders just wanted to show off their bikes and ogle at the other bikes.
I did it once, it is off my list; however, there will be other things to enjoy with my husband other than motorcycle riding. Unfortunatally, he has plans to ride to the beach…{sigh}