Dalton's Ride 2003
Each year the Biker Boyz get together for fun, friendship, the ride and to honor and remember the life of Dalton Folwell. We started in Winston-Salem, N.C., (well I started in Bradenton, Florida!) and headed towards Lexington, Va. the first day. We spent the night at Natural Bridge, Va. which ended up being a real delight. We actually never saw Natural Bridge but our accommodations were great. On the trip where the usual six of Dale, Joe, Little Mike, Big Mike, Ken and Tim with the addition of Dale's neighbor, "Mo hair" Tim.
From Natural Bridge we headed east towards Richmond with a stop at Dr. Mike's relatives, not too far from Buena Vista, Va. The NASCAR race in Richmond was our next stop. Somehow Daddy Dale had lost all of his pixel dust, (probably when his Goldwing wrecked....more on that later) and we actually had to park with the common people. It was a very humbling experience.
After the race we headed on to Newport News to spend the night so we would be ready to make the trip to Okracoke Island, N.C. the next morning, via Kitty Hawk and the Wright Bros. Memorial.
Well here's were the trip somewhat fell apart. The weather channel radar was showing a lot of rain on Okracoke with the prediction for it to move up the coast and basically rain like hell. There was a tropical storm that had raced across Florida the day before and was making it's way out into the Atlantic. Dr. Mike had already planned to head home that morning because of his patient load on Monday. Ken, on the crotch rocket, saw no fun in "storm riding" and decided he too would make his way back home. "Mo hair" Tim, still smarting from his brush with death and new found fame, decided he TOO would head back were he could do so at his own pace. Dale, well Dale's circuits overloaded on the news that that was a change in plans and some of us were actually going to ride..............IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION THAN PLANNED! Dale couldn't take it, came close to tears, and he too headed off towards the warmth and safety of home sweet home.
So the REAL bikers tossed out a map, looked in the opposite direction from the weather, and headed off into the great unknown in search of fun and adventure. We succeeded.
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