Started the day with a quick tour of Morgantown to relive my graduate school days at WVU. Wow things have sure changed in forty two years! Went by our old house and found it still there ... it hasn't fallen down yet. And the house where our graduate student offices were had changed too. Siding replaced the old clapboard and it had been renamed ... "Crime Scene House No. 2." What's up with that?
Came back to the hotel and suddenly it was 1960! Parked under the canopy was an old school bus and twenty or so twenty somethings in tie-dye with tatoos and assorted body piercings. Seems like they were following the remnants of the Greatful Dead. The Deadheads still live on ... Peace Love and Brotherhood are still alive in 2011! Right on ... keep the dream alive. Great talking with them ... we wished them well and rode off in search of our own adverture.
The best road of the day was 75 miles of pure excitement on 219 to Marlinton. Perfect sweepers and properly banked curves (along with low traffic volume) made for a great afternoon. It was one of those times when you are one with the bike in perfect sychronization with the road. Just in the flow where you are in the moment and time stands still ... the eternal present.
For an hour we downshifted for the curves and powered out to the redline ... flowing left, then right with the curves. Seeing Joe and Paul in my rearview mirrors doing the same thing added to the enjoyment. And did I mention the sounds of a motorcycle at redline? A perfect afternoon!!!
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