Maggie Valley

Eric and Sharyl
Friday after work we all headed up to North Carolina, for the Thunder in the smokies bike rally..
I was a little nervous getting on the highway as we started off.  There is something about being on two wheels in a world full of non-driving texting jerks that just kinda doesn't sit easy on your heart..
I must have went through a thousand ways to die in my head..  I looked over and saw a hubcap on some p.o.s. car that looked like it was loose.. I thought.. wow.. if that comes loose it could hit me and slit my jugular vein and I'd bleed out..
passing tractor trailers.. I start to think.. yeah.... a big gust of wind can come and pull the bike under there and he could run me over and i'd be able to see him shifting gears and not knowing I was behind him... and not to mention..... We passed a stock trailer with horses on it... and I started thinking.. man.. if that horse pees we are screwed... hahahah.. any ways..

We made it to North Carolina and into the mountains and I seemed to be alright, we stopped at the rest area on 40, and that was a much needed break.  Maggie valley is only about 2 hours from us.. but after about 100 miles, I needed to circulate the blood in my butt for a little while..

we sat at a picnic table and had some soda out of the machine and chit-chatted for a bit.. and then Sharyl explained to me that my phone would sync up to this headset I was wearing in my helmet and that I could listen to music.. so I got that all squared away.. and when we got back on the bikes, I was good to go..  I had AC/DC and my country.. and all was right in the world with me..

Finally we started seeing the Signs for the Valley.. and I was singing pretty loud to music that only I could hear.. hahah
Eric had put the address for the Cabin we were staying in, into his GPS on his phone.. and we were cruising down soco road.. and his GPS told him to turn right, and we turned right into the fairgrounds where the rally was... so we were all looking at each other.. and then I saw the sign for the cabin.. we lucked out.. the cabin was directly behind the bike rally.  walking distance from our front door of the cabin.. was the fence around the fair grounds..

We were all pretty happy about that.. we got all unpacked and settled into the cabin.. and decided that our stomachs were gnawing on our backbones.. So we called our other friends that we were meeting Eric and Nancy and met up with them.
we went to some steak house... Let me explain this...
their steak was not as good as the beef we have raised on our ranch..  but, the company was great so it really didn't matter..
Eric, Clint, Me, Eric Sharyl, Nancy

After we finished eating, we cruised on back over to the rally..  and boy oh boy was that a sight..

Bikes everywhere..  I kinda liked this rally more than the Daytona one.
This one was smaller and the people were not trashy.  In fact.. the only thing that I saw that was worth taking a picture of.. was some dude with a mullet who had drank enough idiot oil to drown a small town was getting thrown out by the bouncers.. and he had no shirt on and he was sporting his plumber's crack..

but, other than that.. everyone I met was really nice..

Me, Clint, Eric and Sharyl at the Rally

The next day, we got up and my Cowboy and I fixed breakfast, and we headed out to meet Eric and Nancy.  Eric had mapped us out this awesome bike trip through the smokies and onto the blue ridge parkway... it was pretty cool when I was reading about it..
but, once we all got going.. it was awesome..  we went through tunnels where we revved our engines and I screamed like a banshie woman and we stopped at a look out, and met some people from england.. holy moly they were funny.

They were asking about our bikes and what we do for a living, and we were talking about guns and crime... and I'll say... England must be a pretty safe place.. because they were shocked at how many guns we all had between us.. hahah

It was pretty cold up in them mountains to start off with.

We saw one guy who wrecked his bike on this sharp curve.. and we were getting tailgated by some guy in a mercedes.. so I turned around..  gave him my best evil eye and then when we made eye contact.. I realized.. he wasn't even an America... so I started to yell.. but, my cowboy told me to calm down.. so I just turned around and showed him how he was number one, right here in America..
He backed off after that...

We made it into Gatlinburg, Which I haven't been there in a coon's age.. and holy my goodness did that place change.. there was crap everywhere.. and the old places I remember I couldn't find.. It was nuts..
We had lunch at some place called Calhouns.. it was pretty darn good.

Then we set off to look around gatlinburg, and My inner fat girl was screaming for some fudge.. so we needed to find ourselves some fudge..
On our mission we came across this heavenly sign...  so of course we veered over to that direction... 

I found myself in some wine tasting venue.. sampled their variety and decided I didn't really like what they had to offer.. they had crap like pineapple muscadine wine and crap.. I told the fella that I was Italian and I liked my wine dry and red.
but, I did buy this shirt.. I thought it was cute..

We stood around and listened to a bluegrass band.. they were pretty darn good.  I love me some bluegrass.. Reminds me of old times with my grandparents in pigeon forge.

We left shortly after My Cowboy got into a little altercation with this big guy... He claimed "he was just minding his own business like a cowboy does....."

We got back on our bikes and headed towards Clingman's Dome..

I think that was my favorite part of the ride we took.  The road was nice it was curvy but not too bad... we decided when we got to the top that we should walk all the way up to the top...
That was a crazy idea.. do you know how thin the air gets up there??
we were all huffing and puffing.. so we all decided to sit down and take a break...
My cowboy was telling people "it's not fair we are walking up and y'all are walking down.. we are going the wrong way"

Then some chinese kids passed by and I said.. there is a bear up there.. ahahha I don't think they knew what I said.. but, I was laughing about it..

My cowboy Rock Climbing

View from Clingman's Dome

Another View from Clingman's Dome

We made it back to Maggie Valley in enough time to catch the Derby at the sports bar.. so we ate wings and watched the derby, then Decided to head back to the bike rally and watch the Confederate Railroad.

Sunday we got up and headed towards Cherokee.  Again, I haven't been there in ages.. and lord have mercy has it changed..  there is casino's and a whole bunch of foreigners with shops there.. I was kinda disappointed at how exploited it got..  but, This has been the best weekend I have had in a long time..
I really enjoyed it :)


  1. Your posts crack me up, lol. I had a really good time to. Cant wait to do it again


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