Post by kbikerider on Jul 13, 2012 6:51:40 GMT -5
This rider is not a member of our club, but I thought the ride report was interesting. Harold
Foreword: I took a solo motorcycle ride for 9 days starting Saturday morning June 30th and ending Sunday evening July 9th, 2012. I was told that cross country motorcycle riding, "Will clear your head". What I have found actually occurs for me, is that my idle mind buzzes with thoughts of every subject and category, creating more questions then answers. The real work of clearing my mind comes from meeting new people and sharing our stories of adventure, enjoying the good and empathizing with the bad of our lives. Writing and sharing this trip report does more for the maintenance of my mind then you could imagine. I hope you have a laugh or two at the roller coaster ride that any adventure seems to always bring, or maybe that part is just me.
This part of the e-mail was originally sent on July 4th 2012 - Continued Below
I am on day 5 right now...
Day 1 (6-30-12) On the road at 10am it was a 110 deg 7 hour ride through Georgia up to Commerce just north of Athens. Starting with little plans and no real agenda proved to be the catalyst of the adventure. I set a goal for Fargo Georgia to pickup Highway 441 and proceed north to the Athens area. What I first didn't figure for was the fact that two weeks of solid rain caused the Okefanokee swamp to flood over the three roads through south Georgia. Being turned around three times by Highway Patrol Officers and riding around in circles for 120 extra miles, I finally did the guy thing and asked for directions. The officer directed me to, "Turn at the flashing light - then proceed to Billy Bob Road - don't pass the blue barn on the left and take the dirt road to Hwy 129 - once there you are good to go". Simply nodding my head up and down, thinking they will find the mosquito drained body in a week or two, I was off. Surprisingly desperate to get out of the 99% humidity that comes with flooding, I didn't miss a turn and the directions were not forgotten. Once I reached just north of Athens, a hotel room was procured and a cold shower at the hotel felt fabulous. No camping in this weather....and I got a good nights rest....
Day 2 began with a ride to Atlanta for a visit to the aquarium that included a 104 degree two hour wait in line for a ticket and a crowd that would make Disney envious... The aquarium was one of the best that I have been to. The animals are very well taken care of and the beluga whales I have not encountered anywhere before.... After the fish tank I stopped at a small burger place in the down town area of Atlanta, there a guy asked to sit with me and talk bikes. Tom Taylor, turns out, is an employee of the CDC. We exchanged interesting stories of work and motorcycle adventures for an hour or so. Back on the road, I was off to meet a friend, James , at his newly acquired residence. He is remodeling a 4000 sq ft home with a 60x40 metal garage building out back....I fell in love with the place a few moments after my arrival. The basement is larger than my home and the garage came equipped with a car lift, air compressor, and bathroom. All, any of us gear heads would need is a fridge and cot, then there would be no reason for a living room in the house. The garage would be the " living room " For most of us.... The day ended with steaks at Longhorn restaurant and conversation between James and myself..... Perfect day !!
Day 3 Monday started with a trip to Lowes for new cabinets, a few minutes adjusting the shift mechanisms on James' boat, installing the cabinetry for final approval from James' "significant other" (A wonderful young lady, Tracey), then it was off for Mexican food and the laser light show at Stone Mountain.... The laser light show was Awesome !!!!!!!!!.....gotta do this show if you are in the neighborhood..... The park did an amazing job, and the lawn area was so well designed and maintained that there was no bad viewing in the area....
Day 4 I slept in late and got on the road around 10am. Balmy 96deg. Heading north to a friends newly acquired cabin in Murphy, NC... Really nice ride through the twisty Hwy 129 and the foot hills of the Smokeys... Finally getting some curves rather than straight oven temperature pavement really felt good.... I reached Mark and Jackie's cabin around 2 pm too two dogs that could not Remember who I was. Taking several minutes to convince them I was a friendly, and After a couple of dog treats, I was in the AC, and among the living once again... Great views, conversation and steaks on the grill made for a memorable day and night. Perfect once again.
Day 5 up at 8am, breakfast at 8:30 ( Which included Grits, as all breakfasts should), packed and riding at 9;30.... Mark and Jackie lead me to a small shop in Murphy where I purchased a book of waterfalls in the area and a map of motorcycle rides.... Now on the road for Maggie Valley to meet Tish for fireworks, I took hwy 74/19 along the rapids of the Nantahala river and gorge. Obviously river rafting and kayaking are big Business in this area, and people by the hundreds were having the time of their lives. " Some more good living "... Arrived in Maggie Valley around noon. Pat, Tish's mom, had a short list for me to do around the house. So a trip to Lowes, replacement of a kitchen light fixture, bath sink repair, and a cistern flow repair on top of the hill And I was ready for a nap and fireworks... The fireworks in Maggie Valley are unique in that the loud bangs echo between the mountains and really sound exciting....More bang for your buck, Ha! Ha!...
Tomorrow I will head East to a place I've stayed before. Willville Two Wheel Campground, in Meadows of Dan, NC. and then Friday over to Kill Devil Hills, NC for a tour of the Wright Brothers museum and then south through the Outer Banks and finally home...
More in a few days...
Day 6 (7-5-2012) - Up and packed at 8:30 am and headed for Willville campground in Meadows of Dan Virginia. My route takes me through back mountain roads in North Carolina and Virginia, most notable is a road called Blowing Rock Hwy, Rt 221. This has everything that a mountain road can offer, from curves similar to Deals Gap, shear drop offs that look two thousand feet plus straight down, too views that need to be on a postcard. I was thinking that if I wound up off the road, a hunter might find me in a year or two. I stopped at a little restraunt, bar and store called Little Switzerland, purchased a soda and took a few pictures. Also near by is "Lovers Leap", a Vegas looking wedding chapel not only on the side of the mountain road, but also on one of the higher cliffs. Guess once you figure out what you just did inside, you can take the real leap outside. Arrived at Willville around 6pm. Set up my tent, signed in and took a ride to town for dinner. The town is a two store, two gas pump, one restraunt, wide spot in the highway. I had eaten steak and beef for every meal since I left home, so I was looking for something different. Finding a box of spaghetti and a small jar of Ragu, I was set for my first camp cooked meal. When I made it back to the campground I found five other BMW GS riders setting up their tents and settling in. The spaghetti was cooked and was just what i was looking for in a camp dinner. The other adventurists turned out to be on similar rides as mine and One in particular was telling a story about his ride of the Great North American Trail on a Suzuki 250cc dirt bike. Taking a year to plan and a month to go the distance from Alabama to Washington State. Mostly two track trails, it also included many powder sand traps and rock ledges along the way. Another rider comes to Willville every few months to explore the area and camp for a few days. One thing I noticed was, no mosquitoes, Will must be spraying or something, but I liked that part a lot. The temperature at night at this altitude was 64 deg and I became quite cool while sleeping.
Day 7 A quick goodbye to my new friends put me on the road for Cape Hatteras and the Outer Bank Islands of the coast. Keeping to the back roads, it took me all day to whind down Hwy 158 to Kill Devil Hills. Peanuts are king in this area, with tobacco being a close second. The entrance road to Kitty Hawk is where I met another oversight. Not thinking this completely through I found that I was on a group of Islands that are the equivalent of the Florida Keys, on a "Holiday Weekend" Friday Night. Why they put a two lane bridge entrance into a area that has thousands of hotel rooms is beyond my comprehension. The traffic was "Horrendous", gridlock. After a 30 minute 50 foot move, I took a two block ride down the sidewalk before I passed out in the 98 degree sun. Jubilant that I made it passed the light. (A cop couldn't catch me in this traffic jam, anymore than he was going to get out of his car in this oven) Now, chilled by the movement of air, I traveled south several miles to Kill Devil Hills to find a Hotel Room. Next error in planning. Remember it's a holiday weekend? The first two hotels had NO rooms and the third had one for $209 a night plus taxes. Dreading the thought, I decided to make the 50 mile ride back to Elizabeth City and try there. Turns out everyone was trying to get "onto" the islands and the ride back was a brisk hour and 15 minutes. With a 100 mile, out of the way ride, completed, I found a Mexican restauraunt next to the Quality Inn that had out of this world good food. Maybe just the Margaritas impressing me.
Day 8 Woke up from a coma with a sore throat, must have been snoring....I'm off to tackle the traffic and the Outer Banks...DeJa Vu, I think I've passed these Grave Digger Monster Trucks Before, and that Shell Shop and side walk seem familiar also...First Stop was Kitty Hawk and the full museum tour. I have been fortunate enough to make it to Dayton OH with Tripp and we toured the bicycle shop and test fields in that area....Way cool stuff...The museum and grounds were very good and thoroughly enjoyed that part of this trip...My plan originally was to ride the 90 miles south to Cape Hatteras take two ferrys to the mainland and return home on Sunday. I came to the first ferry and parked in the motorcycle section as directed. A deckhand comes over to talk bikes and upon finding out I don't have a "reservation" for the second ferry he advised me to try the office to attempt to get one. The lady in the office thought that there would be room for a motorcycle and one rider without the common sence to reserve a ferry ride at the end of a 100 mile island chain. All I could offer in my defense was the all too common reply, "I'm not from here, what do I know?...With the pictures of her kids on the counter, she forced me to play the, lost little boy card. David Hand would have been proud. The lady couldn't resist my charm and tried with all her powers to get me a spot on the second ferry, but, as it turns out one boat was down for service and there were several reservations that would be refused as is. NO Way was I going to get on this ferry. She gave me a bottled water and a hug and out the door she sent me. This is where I realised that DeJa Vu was about to come and visit once again. I have 60 miles in 98 deg blazing sun to ride through the islands again and 90 or so more miles to the interstate.
Tish asked me to stop and get her a rock or sea shell from the area, so I stopped close to the port at a shell shop / local store. I asked the 'Young" lady behind the counter for a sea shell that was "Indigenious" to the area. Her reply was precious, "endignious", what the hell is that? Her, inteligible mumbeling was my clue not say anything, and not to laugh. So I quickly chose a shell with Cape Hatteras carved in it and fled before she had a chance to thow me out for being a smart ass...
Telling myself, that I came here to enjoy the scenery and see what I could, I stopped at the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse for a look. Touring the lighthouse museum, was interesting, but I was amased by all the scafolding around the structure and the engeineering involved with it. Ready to put some asphalt behind me, I went to the bath house located in the parking lot. Upon entering I became giggly. The parking lot was over 100 deg, but the bathrooms were frosty and somewhere in the 40s. Giggling at the thought that, my paradise was found in a bathroom, under a lighthouse that I can't tour, just up the road from a ferry I can't take, over 100 miles from anyplace I'd like to be right now, just made me laugh out load. Now overwhelmed by the though of leaving the bathroom for the hell they called a parking lot, I had a seat for a while. 20 minutes and my fingers started to become numb from the cold and the realization set in that the air conditioner was broken and running full blast. If I stayed any longer, here I would perish by forces that just an hour ago I could not have imagined exsisted anywhere other than the ice machine at the Seven 11.
North I traveled through the sand dunes and vacationers for 60 or so miles to turn west on Hwy 64 and proceed to I 95 for the night. Riding through vast fields of crops and swamp consumed my afternoon and evening. Upon reaching just a few miles from the interstate I spied a Golden Coral and several Hotels. I couldn't get that Golden Coral out of my head and was already thinking of food items to plate up as I passed by. So a snap decision was made for Best Western just up the street from the restauraunt, a quick shower and over to dinner before they closed. The hotel had one room left and it was a handicap acessable room. With chicken and dumplings, fried chicken and a 20 foot desert bar consuming the right side of my brain, the left side paid the desk agent and guided me to the "Handi Room". When I walked in I was amased by the design. No extra money for a bathroom the size of my living room. Left side of my brain made a note to request these in the future, "They are Quite Handi" It was thinking.
At the "Food Trough", I met a local farmer that wanted to hear my story. We chatted about farming, motorcycles and his younger days of racing cars and his youth. "Now in my 70s, I am forced to slow down a little,....just a little." he acclaimed. Seems he was a winner in the NASCAR and ARCCA Series....Robert turned out to be one of the most memberable conversations I had the entire trip.
Day 9 turns out to be one of 560 miles of interstate riding back home....Lots of time to think of just how fortunate I am...
Things I Learned:
1: When a suicidal Ground Hog runs in front of a motorcycle at 60 miles per hour. If you don't panic. The only result is that the ground hog gets his wish.
2: Just how frightening a 3 ounce cell phone can be when it is given more attention than controlling a 3000 pound car.
3: Most people, when given the opportunity, are interesting. Some are scary....
4: When I take a moment to look, we live in one of the most beautiful countries on Earth. This being accepted, I could not possibly see all it has to offer. But I sure want to try.
Some people work so hard to make a "living", that they forget to "live"....
Always remember, "Tomorrow is promised to No One", - Mickey Ammirata
Thanks For Helping Me "Clear My Head"
Dominick Buccola
dbuccolajr@msn.com
Foreword: I took a solo motorcycle ride for 9 days starting Saturday morning June 30th and ending Sunday evening July 9th, 2012. I was told that cross country motorcycle riding, "Will clear your head". What I have found actually occurs for me, is that my idle mind buzzes with thoughts of every subject and category, creating more questions then answers. The real work of clearing my mind comes from meeting new people and sharing our stories of adventure, enjoying the good and empathizing with the bad of our lives. Writing and sharing this trip report does more for the maintenance of my mind then you could imagine. I hope you have a laugh or two at the roller coaster ride that any adventure seems to always bring, or maybe that part is just me.
This part of the e-mail was originally sent on July 4th 2012 - Continued Below
I am on day 5 right now...
Day 1 (6-30-12) On the road at 10am it was a 110 deg 7 hour ride through Georgia up to Commerce just north of Athens. Starting with little plans and no real agenda proved to be the catalyst of the adventure. I set a goal for Fargo Georgia to pickup Highway 441 and proceed north to the Athens area. What I first didn't figure for was the fact that two weeks of solid rain caused the Okefanokee swamp to flood over the three roads through south Georgia. Being turned around three times by Highway Patrol Officers and riding around in circles for 120 extra miles, I finally did the guy thing and asked for directions. The officer directed me to, "Turn at the flashing light - then proceed to Billy Bob Road - don't pass the blue barn on the left and take the dirt road to Hwy 129 - once there you are good to go". Simply nodding my head up and down, thinking they will find the mosquito drained body in a week or two, I was off. Surprisingly desperate to get out of the 99% humidity that comes with flooding, I didn't miss a turn and the directions were not forgotten. Once I reached just north of Athens, a hotel room was procured and a cold shower at the hotel felt fabulous. No camping in this weather....and I got a good nights rest....
Day 2 began with a ride to Atlanta for a visit to the aquarium that included a 104 degree two hour wait in line for a ticket and a crowd that would make Disney envious... The aquarium was one of the best that I have been to. The animals are very well taken care of and the beluga whales I have not encountered anywhere before.... After the fish tank I stopped at a small burger place in the down town area of Atlanta, there a guy asked to sit with me and talk bikes. Tom Taylor, turns out, is an employee of the CDC. We exchanged interesting stories of work and motorcycle adventures for an hour or so. Back on the road, I was off to meet a friend, James , at his newly acquired residence. He is remodeling a 4000 sq ft home with a 60x40 metal garage building out back....I fell in love with the place a few moments after my arrival. The basement is larger than my home and the garage came equipped with a car lift, air compressor, and bathroom. All, any of us gear heads would need is a fridge and cot, then there would be no reason for a living room in the house. The garage would be the " living room " For most of us.... The day ended with steaks at Longhorn restaurant and conversation between James and myself..... Perfect day !!
Day 3 Monday started with a trip to Lowes for new cabinets, a few minutes adjusting the shift mechanisms on James' boat, installing the cabinetry for final approval from James' "significant other" (A wonderful young lady, Tracey), then it was off for Mexican food and the laser light show at Stone Mountain.... The laser light show was Awesome !!!!!!!!!.....gotta do this show if you are in the neighborhood..... The park did an amazing job, and the lawn area was so well designed and maintained that there was no bad viewing in the area....
Day 4 I slept in late and got on the road around 10am. Balmy 96deg. Heading north to a friends newly acquired cabin in Murphy, NC... Really nice ride through the twisty Hwy 129 and the foot hills of the Smokeys... Finally getting some curves rather than straight oven temperature pavement really felt good.... I reached Mark and Jackie's cabin around 2 pm too two dogs that could not Remember who I was. Taking several minutes to convince them I was a friendly, and After a couple of dog treats, I was in the AC, and among the living once again... Great views, conversation and steaks on the grill made for a memorable day and night. Perfect once again.
Day 5 up at 8am, breakfast at 8:30 ( Which included Grits, as all breakfasts should), packed and riding at 9;30.... Mark and Jackie lead me to a small shop in Murphy where I purchased a book of waterfalls in the area and a map of motorcycle rides.... Now on the road for Maggie Valley to meet Tish for fireworks, I took hwy 74/19 along the rapids of the Nantahala river and gorge. Obviously river rafting and kayaking are big Business in this area, and people by the hundreds were having the time of their lives. " Some more good living "... Arrived in Maggie Valley around noon. Pat, Tish's mom, had a short list for me to do around the house. So a trip to Lowes, replacement of a kitchen light fixture, bath sink repair, and a cistern flow repair on top of the hill And I was ready for a nap and fireworks... The fireworks in Maggie Valley are unique in that the loud bangs echo between the mountains and really sound exciting....More bang for your buck, Ha! Ha!...
Tomorrow I will head East to a place I've stayed before. Willville Two Wheel Campground, in Meadows of Dan, NC. and then Friday over to Kill Devil Hills, NC for a tour of the Wright Brothers museum and then south through the Outer Banks and finally home...
More in a few days...
Day 6 (7-5-2012) - Up and packed at 8:30 am and headed for Willville campground in Meadows of Dan Virginia. My route takes me through back mountain roads in North Carolina and Virginia, most notable is a road called Blowing Rock Hwy, Rt 221. This has everything that a mountain road can offer, from curves similar to Deals Gap, shear drop offs that look two thousand feet plus straight down, too views that need to be on a postcard. I was thinking that if I wound up off the road, a hunter might find me in a year or two. I stopped at a little restraunt, bar and store called Little Switzerland, purchased a soda and took a few pictures. Also near by is "Lovers Leap", a Vegas looking wedding chapel not only on the side of the mountain road, but also on one of the higher cliffs. Guess once you figure out what you just did inside, you can take the real leap outside. Arrived at Willville around 6pm. Set up my tent, signed in and took a ride to town for dinner. The town is a two store, two gas pump, one restraunt, wide spot in the highway. I had eaten steak and beef for every meal since I left home, so I was looking for something different. Finding a box of spaghetti and a small jar of Ragu, I was set for my first camp cooked meal. When I made it back to the campground I found five other BMW GS riders setting up their tents and settling in. The spaghetti was cooked and was just what i was looking for in a camp dinner. The other adventurists turned out to be on similar rides as mine and One in particular was telling a story about his ride of the Great North American Trail on a Suzuki 250cc dirt bike. Taking a year to plan and a month to go the distance from Alabama to Washington State. Mostly two track trails, it also included many powder sand traps and rock ledges along the way. Another rider comes to Willville every few months to explore the area and camp for a few days. One thing I noticed was, no mosquitoes, Will must be spraying or something, but I liked that part a lot. The temperature at night at this altitude was 64 deg and I became quite cool while sleeping.
Day 7 A quick goodbye to my new friends put me on the road for Cape Hatteras and the Outer Bank Islands of the coast. Keeping to the back roads, it took me all day to whind down Hwy 158 to Kill Devil Hills. Peanuts are king in this area, with tobacco being a close second. The entrance road to Kitty Hawk is where I met another oversight. Not thinking this completely through I found that I was on a group of Islands that are the equivalent of the Florida Keys, on a "Holiday Weekend" Friday Night. Why they put a two lane bridge entrance into a area that has thousands of hotel rooms is beyond my comprehension. The traffic was "Horrendous", gridlock. After a 30 minute 50 foot move, I took a two block ride down the sidewalk before I passed out in the 98 degree sun. Jubilant that I made it passed the light. (A cop couldn't catch me in this traffic jam, anymore than he was going to get out of his car in this oven) Now, chilled by the movement of air, I traveled south several miles to Kill Devil Hills to find a Hotel Room. Next error in planning. Remember it's a holiday weekend? The first two hotels had NO rooms and the third had one for $209 a night plus taxes. Dreading the thought, I decided to make the 50 mile ride back to Elizabeth City and try there. Turns out everyone was trying to get "onto" the islands and the ride back was a brisk hour and 15 minutes. With a 100 mile, out of the way ride, completed, I found a Mexican restauraunt next to the Quality Inn that had out of this world good food. Maybe just the Margaritas impressing me.
Day 8 Woke up from a coma with a sore throat, must have been snoring....I'm off to tackle the traffic and the Outer Banks...DeJa Vu, I think I've passed these Grave Digger Monster Trucks Before, and that Shell Shop and side walk seem familiar also...First Stop was Kitty Hawk and the full museum tour. I have been fortunate enough to make it to Dayton OH with Tripp and we toured the bicycle shop and test fields in that area....Way cool stuff...The museum and grounds were very good and thoroughly enjoyed that part of this trip...My plan originally was to ride the 90 miles south to Cape Hatteras take two ferrys to the mainland and return home on Sunday. I came to the first ferry and parked in the motorcycle section as directed. A deckhand comes over to talk bikes and upon finding out I don't have a "reservation" for the second ferry he advised me to try the office to attempt to get one. The lady in the office thought that there would be room for a motorcycle and one rider without the common sence to reserve a ferry ride at the end of a 100 mile island chain. All I could offer in my defense was the all too common reply, "I'm not from here, what do I know?...With the pictures of her kids on the counter, she forced me to play the, lost little boy card. David Hand would have been proud. The lady couldn't resist my charm and tried with all her powers to get me a spot on the second ferry, but, as it turns out one boat was down for service and there were several reservations that would be refused as is. NO Way was I going to get on this ferry. She gave me a bottled water and a hug and out the door she sent me. This is where I realised that DeJa Vu was about to come and visit once again. I have 60 miles in 98 deg blazing sun to ride through the islands again and 90 or so more miles to the interstate.
Tish asked me to stop and get her a rock or sea shell from the area, so I stopped close to the port at a shell shop / local store. I asked the 'Young" lady behind the counter for a sea shell that was "Indigenious" to the area. Her reply was precious, "endignious", what the hell is that? Her, inteligible mumbeling was my clue not say anything, and not to laugh. So I quickly chose a shell with Cape Hatteras carved in it and fled before she had a chance to thow me out for being a smart ass...
Telling myself, that I came here to enjoy the scenery and see what I could, I stopped at the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse for a look. Touring the lighthouse museum, was interesting, but I was amased by all the scafolding around the structure and the engeineering involved with it. Ready to put some asphalt behind me, I went to the bath house located in the parking lot. Upon entering I became giggly. The parking lot was over 100 deg, but the bathrooms were frosty and somewhere in the 40s. Giggling at the thought that, my paradise was found in a bathroom, under a lighthouse that I can't tour, just up the road from a ferry I can't take, over 100 miles from anyplace I'd like to be right now, just made me laugh out load. Now overwhelmed by the though of leaving the bathroom for the hell they called a parking lot, I had a seat for a while. 20 minutes and my fingers started to become numb from the cold and the realization set in that the air conditioner was broken and running full blast. If I stayed any longer, here I would perish by forces that just an hour ago I could not have imagined exsisted anywhere other than the ice machine at the Seven 11.
North I traveled through the sand dunes and vacationers for 60 or so miles to turn west on Hwy 64 and proceed to I 95 for the night. Riding through vast fields of crops and swamp consumed my afternoon and evening. Upon reaching just a few miles from the interstate I spied a Golden Coral and several Hotels. I couldn't get that Golden Coral out of my head and was already thinking of food items to plate up as I passed by. So a snap decision was made for Best Western just up the street from the restauraunt, a quick shower and over to dinner before they closed. The hotel had one room left and it was a handicap acessable room. With chicken and dumplings, fried chicken and a 20 foot desert bar consuming the right side of my brain, the left side paid the desk agent and guided me to the "Handi Room". When I walked in I was amased by the design. No extra money for a bathroom the size of my living room. Left side of my brain made a note to request these in the future, "They are Quite Handi" It was thinking.
At the "Food Trough", I met a local farmer that wanted to hear my story. We chatted about farming, motorcycles and his younger days of racing cars and his youth. "Now in my 70s, I am forced to slow down a little,....just a little." he acclaimed. Seems he was a winner in the NASCAR and ARCCA Series....Robert turned out to be one of the most memberable conversations I had the entire trip.
Day 9 turns out to be one of 560 miles of interstate riding back home....Lots of time to think of just how fortunate I am...
Things I Learned:
1: When a suicidal Ground Hog runs in front of a motorcycle at 60 miles per hour. If you don't panic. The only result is that the ground hog gets his wish.
2: Just how frightening a 3 ounce cell phone can be when it is given more attention than controlling a 3000 pound car.
3: Most people, when given the opportunity, are interesting. Some are scary....
4: When I take a moment to look, we live in one of the most beautiful countries on Earth. This being accepted, I could not possibly see all it has to offer. But I sure want to try.
Some people work so hard to make a "living", that they forget to "live"....
Always remember, "Tomorrow is promised to No One", - Mickey Ammirata
Thanks For Helping Me "Clear My Head"
Dominick Buccola
dbuccolajr@msn.com
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