The Scene of the Crime

This is a weekend we have been long looking forward to. We've been away overnight together, and we actually did have the bikes in Atlantic City, but that was a quick blast down the AC Expressway and they stayed parked for the weekend. This weekend is our first real time on the road together - doing what we do best.

We purposely decided to make our first road trip start with a return to what Kevin has been referring to as the scene of the crime: The Super 8 of Cumberland, MD. This is the first motel the group stayed at on the road to Milwaukee, and the place where we began to get to know each other. Of course, no crime, literal or moral, took place then or there. But, we look back to that as the point to which we can trace the first seed of our relationship. We began that trip as strangers, and starting right then, we would return as friends. I guess it's safe to say we made an impression.

Anyway, we visited for posterity's sake, then headed further south thru WV and VA and up into the Appalachains to Skyline Drive. It was crappy, cold, and wet, and we left the Super 8 with our rainsuits on. Somehow, we avoided what showed on the radar as a certain soaking. It did drizzle while we ate lunch at Skytop Lodge, but that was it. Then, the sky turned black as we got closer to our hotel in Front Royal, and we were really doing a quick two-step there at the end to try to beat it to our destination. We checked in, parked the bikes in front of the room, and, no lie, got them unloaded less than 45 seconds before it started to pour. I *love* when that happens.

Supper that night came from the gas station across the street. We scurried over in the rain and ate what we could find. Donna ended up with a well-rounded meal of ice cream, and Kev had some Combos and a quart of Budweiser. We carried the stuff back to the room and pigged out like the wet rats we were. Ahh, ife at it's best!