On Adrenalin

I should've known I could never keep the seemingly level-headed promise I made to Cheryl last week before leaving for a week of sales training in California. I promised her that, following my return on a red-eye flight from San Francisco, I'd take it easy and get at least a couple hours sleep before leaving for our excursion. But, things changed when I arrived home about 9 a.m. today after getting 2 - 3 hours of nodding off on the plane during the night.

A beautiful, sunny day was waiting to be had, so my first words off the plane were "Let's ride". So, we took Montgomery Scott (The Full Monty) to "the spa" - his favorite kennel, and we packed up quickly and hit the road by noon. We rode about halfway to Somerset, Pennyslvania for overnight at one of the world's 8 billion Hampton Inns. We're about 10 miles from the national park at the site of the crash of Flight 93, so that's first thing on the agenda for tomorrow.

The ride here was uneventful - pretty warm - so not much to report there. Only saw one accident and that was about 5 miles from Somerset, but it was serious enough to have the traffic backed up for miles on I-70. Bikers know there's nothing quite like sitting on an air-cooled, very hot motorcycle on a very hot day on a very hot highway moving barely at all. It put a little damper on an otherwise beautiful day, but the traffic opened up and we arrived safely none too worse for the wear.

Will connect with you again tomorrow with news on the crash site's park development with photos. The photos shown here are she and I getting ready to leave Columbus.