
I left at a quarter till 7:00 AM this morning and my Savage ran great, and there was only temporary traffic in front of me -- all of it dissipated at once when I used the Secret Magic Word for the trip (Wax ON !!) and was instantly magically displaced behind me.
Average speed for the trip up was 60-65 mph, I never touched I-40 and ran up Hwy 74 alternate (the little fun old twisty original one that goes by Lake Lure, Chimney Rock, Bat Cave, etc.) I still remember going up that road with my parents when I was a kid .... and some of the same old stuff is still there, too.
I was eating lunch over a bubbling mountain brook at Chimney rock at 11:43 AM and deciding what to do with the extra couple of hours the magic word had created, so I went down the long looping round about stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway that goes all the way up to Maggie Valley. Average speed Parkway was 50-60 with rubbernecking tourists instantly being teleported behind me (Wax ON !! Wax ... Wax ... Wax .... Wax On !!)

Thought some about the guys who couldn't make it on the trip .... so I stopped at their overlook and took them a picture.

Weather was great, rode through some clouds up at the peak areas that fogged the road down to like 200 yds visibility but that is to be expected when you ride up 6630 feet above sea level.

Made it to Wheels Through Time Museum at 2:22 PM and waited for the guys to show up. Place was polluted with Hurley hogsickles inside and out.

Blue Ribbon winner BIGGEST HOG of the trip. He's just a bouncing baby boy, but he sure is a biggun, ain't he?

Here is his Momma and his Daddy, a family that glides together stays together, that must work OK fer them Hurley folk as well.

There were some pretty neat miniature race cars on display as well as every sort of old cruddy motorcycle you could imagine -- it wuz a plum HUGE shrine to Hurleydom and it had
at least a half dozen of every model of Hurley every made.

Here is the Hotel Room we stayed in -- right nice for $29

Our room came with its own plum tree growing right outside the window -- I plucked off all the ones within easy reach and ate them (they were very very good tasting)
If you look sharp in the background of this particular picture, you can see MMRanch showing the other guys the proper form of the BOYSCOUT BACK SPLAT dive (I done told him the pool warn't deep enough to dive in, but he's jest a splashin' beaucoups of water, not divin' proper-like).
Our $29 flea trap hotel is actually kinda nice, it has tv, fridge, microwave, coffee maker, sauna, indoor heated pool, outside cold pool and seems to be in pretty good shape (no cockroaches at all that I can see)
Tomorrow the great adventure starts all over again .....