Day One

 Today was a day. A lot of things happened. 

THE WEATHER WAS PERFECT!!!!! 

We started out strong. In fact, so much has happened since then that I don’t even remember. I can tell you I dropped my helmet again. For probably the 3rd or 4th time. And yes, the one I just bought. Typical Brianna fashion. BUT I did find out that Spitefire (the RN on the ride— who I’ve worked with) got the same exact helmet… Twinsies! 

(Mike and I are wearing the same outfit. Even the same brand of pants)

I do remember that right off the bat we got lost. We were right then followed some others then got more lost- but we did find our way. 

Mike and I have some intercoms and for the first part I could only hear him. He’d be saying 7, 1, 2 and I’d be thinking what the heck is he talking about. I did finally get it to work and that was kind of fun. He called mom who was with Presley and Gwennie (my nieces) who he got to talk to … he rubbed it in my face. 

If you know Connor- he’s a goofy guy- he always dressed as buc-ee the beaver. So they say “he’s here for the beaver” and for some other perverted things.. well we actually saw a sign on the side of the road, unrelated to all of this that said “here for the beaver”. 

At the second gas station one of the bikes lit up on fire.

Mike Bruso came in real quick with the fire extinguisher and it was out just as quickly. Someone else got theirs really quick too! In fact- the bike still ran and was back on the road. I believe he made all the miles! 

We got to lunch and it looked cool with all the bikes in this small downtown area.

We are at Fighting town Tavern in Blue Ridge Georgia 

We were probably the last group to show up. They give us times to go by to make it in at a certain time. You get negative points if you come in too early or too late. 

After lunch we had to go up this crazy hill with a stop sign at the top. It sucked. We were burning our clutches. To be honest I don’t really know what that means. But I get that it’s not good for it. Also- I had put my legs behind the legs to help keep it from going backward. I’ve got bruises- in case you were wondering. 

We stopped at Coopers Creek Store which had flavored crickets- I did not try any. Essentially our clock said if we leave this place by 2pm you will arrive on time. 

This is where the day made a bad turn. The roads were amazing. The exact roads you want to drive on. We had pulled over so Mike could put his jacket on as it started to sprinkle. Then a little bit later we stopped because Scott’s bike wasn’t working right. (He changed out his plugs) but then actually needed a battery. Luckily Johnny- who his motor had seized and was on the sweep truck (who has pulled up by us) had an extra one on his bike. 

In the mean time, some random guy pulls over and asked if we are with the group ahead- the loop. We said yes and he said one of your guys is in the ditch. Mind you it was kind of hard to hear him- so Mike and I drive off to go help- we are going slow looking in the ditches. Then we stop because we had gone a little bit and nothing. Well then the Stu who was driving the sweeper truck comes up and said he got a call and there was someone. So again Mike and I start going. The first thing we see is a bunch of smoke. The cops and fire department and the ambulance were all there. But they let us get through while having everyone else blocked off. I couldn’t get off my bike because well… kick stand. Mike went up and assessed. So ultimately something happened the bike was in the ditch down - Connor had pulled the rider away because the bike was on fire. The rider is okay- some broken bones. And the bike is in very rough shape - as I’m sure you can imagine. But grateful that the rider is alive and not more injured- not to say that his injuries aren’t severe. 

So after things clear up we start going again. Then we get on this dirt road that was fun and beautiful. Then we come up to the river passing. Well we see another ambulance. If you’ve never gone through a river on a bike these can be so intimidating and this one had some things you had to avoid. Turns out something happened the front of the bike flung upward and the rider fell off - then the bike landed on the rider. The rider is okay- but broken shoulder or something. At this point we just walked my bike through- I wasn’t trying to do anything insane. But the guys road theirs. 

I did go through the second one without issues. The rest of the day went smoothly. We got stuck in some traffic- but made it in. 5:02. So we were way late. Supposed to be in 3:55-4:05. Obviously we don’t care what so ever. We made our miles. 

We got a free meal. 

This was at Old Bavaria Inn Restaurant in Helen, Georgia. It was a hopping town! 

And… Icecream 

You can’t see- but this is Tim! The one with the braids- they are still holding strong. 

And the riff raff continues. This is a stick making fun of Mike Carson… I just so happened to stumble across it (after I told Tim he should add to the collection). Then I posted it on the Facebook group asking if anyone else saw it. I can’t wait to see what is said. 

Another quick story. One of the riders was working on his bike.. he took it for a ride to see how it ran. Well Georgia is a helmet state and he didn’t put it on. So he got pulled over. Then he couldn’t get his bike to start… so he had the cop try to kick start it (the rider was wearing sandals). When he couldn’t the rider had the cop push start it. So the cop followed him back and reminded him to wear a helmet- and the rider said and riding shoes not sandles. The cop ended up hanging out for awhile. 🤣

Ladies and gentlemen you can’t make this shit up. 

From Chattanooga, Tennessee to Helen, Georgia. It was only 147 miles… but damn did a lot happen. 

Welp! I tried to us my lotion to was my face so I better hit the hay. 

We hope for an uneventful day tomorrow and that everyone stays safe - and no big mechanical issues. 

Where will we go?  

breezy 

Addendum to previous

 Jerry took pic of the guys bikes 

Jerry’s knuckleheads. But he forgot that I’m still apart of that team when he posted on Facebook.. how rude. BUT don’t you worry. I told him he forgot me. 

Weekend recap

Thursday Mike and I met up with Scott and Jerry. We went to the Davenport swap meet, and it was hotter than the hell of hell.

We got back to our hotel and took Jerry’s bike out of the U-haul. The U-haul place only had the largest available so the one bike look silly in it. 

They used the hill to get it out of the truck. 

🤣🤣

 We went to dinner then worked on Bluey 2.0. 

Scott needed some shorter bolts so he asked someone at the hotel if they had anything - turns out she was being picked up by her boyfriend who brought something for him to use. Mike and I also went to Menards to grab some just in case. 

Jerry and Scott left early in the morning friday. Mike and I went back to the swap meet. Again it was hotter than crap there. We made the decision to start our journey toward Chattanooga instead of waiting until Saturday morning. 

We got to Paducah KY in McCracken County 🤣🤣 it just cracks me up thinking of McCracken. 

Saturday we all made it to Chattanooga. Our friend Vicki saw us driving, I wonder how she knew it was us? 

Jerry and Scott road all the way, no issues on the way from

Davenport. Other than it was hot. So clearly that is the theme here: HOT! 

I had started to put stuff in my side bags and get things just set up. Many people walking around and chit chatting as they are fellow riders coming into town to do the Loop. 

Today: Sunday it started off with my braiding Tim Burns hair. He said it was quite awkward asking me… or that it would be - but he fails to understand that women do each others hair all the time. I had no problem braiding it. But I can’t say I’ve been asked that at a motorcycle event. ✅

We did some little tuning up on the motorcycles. We put Scott’s “new” number plates on. 

I did the best I could with the stuff I had at home. Covering the 8 and putting a 3. 

Mike just needed to mount some things. He took it for a ride then Jerry took the same bike out. I don’t think they needed to do anything to it 

 When I was starting my bike it started to tip … the kickstand had not caught where it needed to so it kept moving and would kept tipping. Luckily Mike was there and was able to help me not drop it. Scott fixed it for me. Jerry Scott and I road our bikes to the hotel we were going to stay at. Mike brought the trailer. 

One point we went out to the bikes and I’m not sure if mine was tipped over or tipped over while being started (Mike was the one that was going to start it) but the kickstand broke off. 😑 

We aren’t able to fix it so center stand it is. 

We had our first time of displaying our bikes and had our meeting before the big day. Somehow, a “snake” got in Mike Carson’s bag. Well he then threw it at Mike, I hadn’t seen any of this happen and then I’m off my bike and getting ready to walk away from it and Mike says Brianna catch - well I see this wiggly thing being thrown at me and I definitely jump away. 

Mike Carson also said there is a bounty out of anyone who cuts Tim’s braids off. Little did he know I did them. When I told him that he said… well I’ll give you an extra 50 for each on you cut. And so the shenanigans begin- and I love it. 

Our truck and trailer had to be parked about 5 or so blocks away- and like I’ve said many times it’s hot- so we road our bikes to go get the gear we needed to start tomorrow. 

On the way back from the parking lot Jerry broke his clutch cable. Luckily another rider (Jim) had a clutch saver and it worked like a charm. We did have Scott go back to the truck to get something - then we didn’t need it. Naturally, he made a fuss that we did that 🤣 whoops… maybe he should read into it a little bit. 

Otherwise we have been hanging out - catching up with all the wonderful people we haven’t seen for awhile. 

Tomorrow we start around 0800 and we don’t know where we are going. 

One cool thing is we have 6 solo female riders, 4 female passengers, 2 photo journalists and 3 staff. Yay!!

If you don’t know- my mom always decorates the skeleton at their house. All the grandkids love coming over to see what’s the outfit. So when I saw a skeleton dressed up I had to take a picture.

I was going to get a picture of all of our bikes together but I haven’t yet… so here you go. The beauty of the trip. And because I’m the one riding it … a picture of my bike 

See how it’s on its center stand? Yea… well now I am at the mercy of the guys to help me A) get off the bike, and B) put it on the stand. You have to pull the bike back without tipping it- it’s tough. But even just getting off I have try to get my leg over without also tipping the bike as I’m doing that. So it turns out I actually have to be nice to the guys so they still help me. 

I did park away from them due to space when we parked at the hotel so I had to yell down and be like “heelllllp me I’m poor” (name that movie). Just kidding no one will get it- it’s bridesmaids. 

Anyway- I must go to bed because we get to ride motorcycles tomorrow. Wish us luck! 

Maybe you guys should start guessing where we end up every night. You won’t win anything but you would get bragging rights- and that’s pretty much the best prize 

Until manana (insert wiggly line above the first n) 

breezy 

Ope

So it begins. Jerry and Scott started out on their ride down to Davenport. They decided to ride their motorcycles to the start in Chattanooga. However, on the way they’d stop in Davenport for the swap meet. Mike and I decided to trailer our bikes down but also are stopping in Davenport. 

Mike gets a call from Scott yesterday and unfortunately Scott’s bike seized in Prairie du Chien, WI.

RIP bluey- see you when you get revived. 

So what next? Jerry drove to get a U-Haul (which they only had a big one). Then he drove to pick up Scott and the bike. They weren’t far from a guy that has rebuilt some bikes for Jerry, they dropped it off there but there was no time to fix it in time, as he was headed to Davenport as well. They then headed to pick up Jerry’s bike and headed to Davenport. 

             

THE STORY DOESN’T END THERE!! 

Mom was a smarty pants and had suggested we bring another bike just in case. The extra bike we have runs and they had already looked it over. It’s another of Jerry’s bikes. We shall call it Bluey 2.0. 

The thinking ahead really spared Mike and I (well and Scott). It was already loaded up. We would have had to go to Jerry’s and load it up then go to Davenport. Scott grabbed his things off the bike but forgot the number plates. Mike and mom still had Larry’s so we will convert 81 into 31. 

We will see how this all turns out. 

Onto a different topic, if you’ve been following since the near beginning, this story goes back to the 2019 Chase. The Loop is very similiar to the Chase as it has slightly newer bikes and there is no support crew. Well, Jerry, Steve and Mike had started on this journey in Sault Ste. Marie, MI. Mike was riding the bike that he is going to ride for the Loop. However, there was this loud clanking/knockong noise that they couldn’t figure out. One of Jerry’s friends had then brought a different bike for Mike to finish out the Chase on. This bike happens to be the same bike that Scott will now ride. Coming in clutch right?! (See what I did there? 🤣)

Because of that loud noise- they had sent this motor down to the same guy that Bluey is now at. He had gone through it, everything was running good. But then they started it up when they got the bike all together and it still had that knocking noise. The bike, now fully put together, was brought back to this guy and he found that that noise was coming from the pinion gear. Once that was changed out- no more knocking! 

As our journey continues hopefully we all have minimal issues and make our miles! We are glad that Scott gets to ride with us because that would just suck if he didn’t. 

breezy 

The Loop

HAVE YA MISSED ME?!!!???

We are just over a week away from our next adventure. Bill Page (the Harley whisperer) who has done many motors for us, and others have put together an adventure! 

Here is what I can tell you. The motorcycles have to be between 1930-1959. We start in Chattanooga, TN and after 5 days of riding we end up in Chattanooga, TN. The “slogan” being 5 states in 5 days. Same concept as the other rides we’ve done. Try to get all your miles. Rumor has it that we have some stops that we must check in at- but we won’t know that we have to. We get penalized if we come into the destination too early (or late obvi). 

Due to the fact that these motorcycles are “newer” (than the 100 year old ones) we don’t get to have a support crew. So what does that mean for riders? Simply (just kidding it’s not simple) we have to be in charge of our belongings and carry all things with us. Any parts we may need. Tools. Extra hardware. Oil. And on top of that all our own stuff, like clothing and gear for riding. Now you may say, but Brianna it’s only 5 days. And I would say, why yes you are correct (insert name) HOWEVER I do believe strongly that I am at a disadvantage. Let me tell you why. 

I have to be more prepared with what to wear because I simply get colder than the guys. Now I don’t fully know the reasoning (I’ll probably try to figure that out after this post) but men can handle cold better. When we were on the transam, we rode through some very cold days, I was the most bundled up out of all of us. I was still physically shaking (and no not just because of the motorcycle- nice try). 

Plus I am a 30 something year old female… I like my bedtime skin care routine 🤣 don’t worry it’s not even that bad- but still. Men don’t care about all this stuff. We will see if I can manage getting it all packed. Keep your fingers crossed because I’m nervous about it. 

I do have the advantage of having been on rides similar and knowing what clothing I typically wear over and over :) win for me. 

Are you guys sick of me talking about what I’m going to pack? How about we talk helmets. Long story short (you’re welcome) I got a new helmet. Mike wants us to be able to communicate and that seems like a good idea. So I got a modular - anyone play Halo? I am definitely Master Chief because my helmet looks like him. 

My helmet ^^

Master Chief. 

Okay I’m going with … they have changed his helmet since I was in elementary school because I definitely remember it differently.

Back to the guys.

I realize I never even told you guys who is riding this wonderful Loop with me - or am I going with them? 

We’ve got Mike, Jerry, Scott and myself. 

We still are Team Butts, but we have also added another one for shits and giggles …. “Jerry’s Knuckleheads” Mike and Scott are both riding one of Jerry’s knuckleheads and obviously Jerry is too. Pretty funny if you ask me! 

Here is the bike Mike is riding.  1947 Harley Davidson Knucklehead 

Jerry is riding a 1941 Harley Davidson Knucklehead

Scott is riding a 1940 Harley Davidson Knucklehead

Before you view these pictures please know that I asked each of the guys to send me a picture of them and the bike

I took this next picture which at least has them in the same picture 

Then I am riding a 1958 BMW R69

Mike had a friend of ours, Paul Ryan from Kansas, fix it up for this trip. He was very meticulous and I can’t wait to ride it more! It runs fantastic! Plus he is going on this ride too.

Scott and Jerry will actually ride their bikes to the start of the trip and then back. So if you see those two, don’t get too close because they will smell.  Mike and I are trailering ours. We all plan to stop at the Davenport swap meet at some point on our way there. 

Hopefully we don’t forget anything important. We are used to over packing and having multiple options 😂

-breezy 

The Motorcycle TransAm Endurance Run

What an exhilarating experience this has been.

This isn't my first rodeo, I finished the 2023 Motorcycle Cannonball, started the 2021 where I broke my leg and became "crew" and I was part of the crew for the 2018 Cannonball. They are essentially the same thing, just run by different people. 

This time it was a small group as this was the first time for the Motorcycle TransAm. The motorcycles had to be 100+ years old. If they weren't they were part of the exhibition group - they got to ride along, but didn't qualify for points. Putting a cap of 100 years didn't allow for some of the "normal" people to ride. For some reason, that 100 years is a little more challenging, or just missed the mark of the 100 years. Rumor has it that the next time they do this event, in 2027, the motorcycles will have to be made in 1929 or earlier. 

I wanted to give a closer explanation on what our day to day looked like throughout this trip. 

We would get up early. Personally around 530, get ready for the day, if the hotel had breakfast I'd go down there quick grab a bowl of cereal and some orange juice. Then I would head out to the trailer. Lucky for me, the bikes typically would be out when I got there. Usually Tony and Joe would have them out or one of the guys riding would be out there taking them out. Sometimes I would do my directions - no GPS allowed. We had a scroll for directions, sometimes Joe would put them in our holders. Then it was getting prepared for the ride. Deciding what to wear - how cold is it going to be? Is it going to get warm throughout the day? Being mindful of the fact that any cloths you take off, you need a place for. Get some snacks, water. Make sure you have the tools you need.  Pump your oil. For a little while - I had to drain my oil to see where it was leaking from. I believe I talked about that in an earlier post. Hope your bike starts. Then we wait until it's our turn to go. We also have to remember to reset our odometers.

Then we are off! We follow the step by step instructions. Throughout the day we stop at gas stations, we fill up - put a splash of mystery oil into the tanks. Use the bathroom - grab a snack or drink. At this time things might come up that we need to look at. The last day being Larry's brake not working and needing to fix it. Sometimes it's adjusting something small - maybe the shifting if you are having a hard time getting into a new gear. I mean - I think I am a professional at this now that I had to adjust my primary almost every day which then made me have to adjust the shifting rod. 

People come up to us and are amazed by the bikes. They ask questions; What year are the bikes, where are you coming from, where are you going? A lot of the time thinking how cool it is. Asking if they can take pictures. Telling them that we are apart of a group going across the country, coast to coast on 100+ year old bikes. Sharing the blog information and letting them know the website for the Motorcycle TransAm and the facebook page. It's quite a unique experience. 

At times, we might have to pull over to figure out where we are headed and make sure we are on the right path, or because something isn't working on the bike. Or you notice one of your team members has fallen behind, or is stopping. Maybe something is loose and not letting the bike get enough power. Something might not be feeling or sounding right and you need to pull over and have a look. Things become loose, Jerry had to pull over once because his carburetor became loose. At times people forget that these are old bikes, they were not made for long distances. Even when we tried our best to make sure it was all put together for the long haul - things will come up or get loose. EVEN when you tighten them the night before. Most of us had to adjust our carburetor while driving. Or something you might not think about is that yes, these tanks are small, but also there aren't always gas stations readily available on the roads we are driving. We have to switch to our reserve tank. Often you do that as you are driving. You start to feel your bike sputtering (is that a word) and you know you've gone close to the mileage your tank can do, and you switch the petcocks. 

Driving down the road, you see the bikers adjusting positions often. Doing some arm stretches, putting their legs down. On a straight and boring road to keep myself entertained I swerved in-between the yellow lines. I also put my leg on the tank of my bike to stretch (sorry mom I was safe). Sometimes I would get tired and my eyes were heavy - I'd have to go to the bag I have on the handlebars to get some chewing gum to help keep me awake. 

The things that go through my mind - is a lot. I could think about a friend I haven't thought about for awhile. I will think of everything I need to do to "service" the bike. I will make a list in my head about the things I need to do before the end of the year, I'd love to make note of all these things, but obviously I am driving and that is unsafe :) That's when I do my best thinking - while driving. I'll sing in my head, I'll see cows and wonder if they run? -Joe confirmed they are fast, granted he has little legs. How tall does a mountain have to be to be considered a mountain, I'll wonder what it's like to live in the middle of nowhere. I often wondered how people live in Utah - it has NOOOOOOO color. Yes the rocks are kind of cool - but the blah color is dumb. I'll keep my blue/green lakes and trees. I often think about how 10 years ago - I would have thought you are crazy to think I would drive across the country on an old ass bike. Not just an "antique" motorcycle - but like reeeeeaaaaaal old bike.  

We start to get excited when we get close to the end. Or at least I do - sometimes we were riding for 10.5 hours (that was one of the longer days). You get tired. On top of that, you know that you have to do work on your bike. You "check in" and have dinner. We typically are expected to stay for a certain amount of time to show off our bikes. That's usually why people give us dinner :). I know sometimes we get a little antsy and want to get working on our bikes, I definitely try to think about how the purpose of this ride is also to get people to see our bikes - thats how we get to continue to have people's support throughout the country. Making our stops more fun, and getting a bigger crowd to see them. I can imagine that it's a hard line to want the riders to get back to their pits to work on their bikes, but also wanting to give the places we visit what we promised. 

Once we got back to the pits to work on our bikes, thats what we did. Sometimes it would just be maintenance and other times it would be bigger things. 

One thing that I find hard to explain is the camaraderie between everyone. Yes, there is a champion at the end of it, but people are genuinely just wanting others to finish, or ride another day. People want to help others. When I had my wobble people would ask how my ride was and I would tell them about the wobble, Joe Gimpel, asked questions to narrow down what might be the cause, and told me what to do to check. He also offered to help if I needed it. We helped people with welding or soldering - or to at least use our machine. People are willing to give their extra parts to help get another rider's bike up and running. Being on a trip like this - you are comfortable going trailer to trailer to ask if they have this or that, knowing people will help you if they are able. 

Having a smaller group really allowed for us to get to know each other more. I met people that I had met, but didn't get to spend time together or really run into each other on the roads. I was able to root for people and know which people had had a rough ride. You learned more about what each person had to "offer", or what their talents were. A lot of the time, you can't find parts for these bikes, many people have to fabricate things to make whatever they are working on, work. It is so fascinating what goes into making an antique bike run and run well. I think in today's time we are very used to being able to buy anything to fix whatever problem we might have. With these bikes, you just make it up as you go. At the end I was with a group of people who told me a story. Bart was having a lot of oil coming out of his bike and it was getting on his foot board. Apparently Joe had given him the idea to put a maxi pad on the foot board to absorb the oil. At times, if we are stopped at a gas station, people will offer to help as well. Whether they have tools or washers in their truck - whatever. It's so interesting and encouraging to see that strangers are willing to help. 

Often I think about how we all must look gruff riding these bikes. We've got oil all over our clothes and have been through the elements. On top of that, most are older men with facial hair. They look like bikers. Maybe it's just me but bikers have always intimidated me. However, being "apart" of this group I have found that these are some of the most wonderful people I have met. I know that every single one of the riders had my back, whatever I would have needed they would have helped me. 

The last thing, is how hard it is to ride in a group of people. There was often times that half of the group would make a light, and the other half wouldn't. If we were close enough together with riding - typically we'd be able to get through the light, or run the red light--safely. However, sometimes people get behind or have to pull over and you don't realize it. These mirrors on these bikes...well you see blobs. I saw two bikes many times that was actually just Jerry. Also, I know I had the problem of speeding up, then slowing down. Not really noticing that I was doing it for awhile. You have a whole lot of time to get distracted and not be paying total attention. Also - when we were in our BIG groups - like when we got escorted out of Trinadad by the cops, everyone's bike is so different and everyone is a different type of rider. You really just don't know what the other person is doing. Or they could just be having problems on their bike that are preventing them from speeding up or slowing down. I know sometimes I'd have a hard time getting my bike into second gear which would cause me to have to "retry" but because of that, I'd slow down. Or Mike's bike could go fast than I expected, but from a stopped position it took awhile to get going - where as my bike was able to speed up a lot - often I'd just go around until his speed picked up.

There is so much more that goes into this ride then just getting up and riding your motorcycle to the next destination. Even if you think your bike is running great at home, you just never know what might happen. It is tiring, you are either in the sun or in the cold, you are driving old bikes that you are constantly listening to, not to mention they don't go fast. Then you add on anything else, like mountains. When they say that this isn't just about the motorcycles and pushing these old bikes to get across the country - they aren't lying. It's pushing yourself too, mind and body. 

 All of us at Legends Museum

These are the charts we use for our directions each day

Joe and I working on my rockers

All of us at the finale

FINISH LINE

The beautiful view at the ending

Champagne for Mike

                                                 

                    The cute way Kat signed Mike's flag. Drew a cat and said "thank you meow"

We are chopped liver compared to the trophy. 

I am hoping that some more things will come to mind as I talk with others and see more pictures that people post. We will also get access to pictures that were done by the photographers. 

If you are interested, Danger Dan, one of the riders has a podcast that he talks about the TransAm. "Danger Dan's Talk Shop". Episode #497 Motorcycle Trans American Endurance Run.  You can find it on Spotify and/or apples podcasts. 

Also, check out the blogs from TransAm folks! Motorcycle TransAm Blog

Otherwise follow Motorcycle TransAm on Facebook and Instagram. They have posted a lot of videos and pictures!

xoxo breezy

Florence, OR

 WE MADE IT!!!!!!!!!! We all made the last 130 miles! The first issue was at the gas station at about 30 miles Larry’s back tire brake broke. They were able to fix it and had no issues after that. It started at about 51 degrees. There were times we’d go from 67 and it’d drop 10 degrees real quick; it was like jumping into an ice bath. 

We hit a lot of fog once we started driving down the 101. Unfortunately that made it so we couldn’t really see the ocean. We did get some glimpses of it- and we also went over some beautiful bridges

We stopped about a mile or two away from our destination and gathered everyone. We then got escorted by Sean to the area for the finale they had first place, 2nd and 3rd go in front of the rest of us. Mike won 1st place!!! I think we were all kind of shocked as that was never the intent. He was just riding for the experience and to do cool shit with his friends. 

Once we got to the beach it was the coolest scenery. Do you remember those jars we took full of Atlantic Ocean water? Yea- I still had mine in my saddlebag. I was getting it out and wuicjly set it down to grape something and I dropped it on the ground - breaking it. I mean that doesn’t get any more TV perfect scenario. Luca (one of the Italians) helped me scoop a few drops into the part of the container I still had so I could still accomplish it. After I dumped it - I was doing something and I think Joe hit my arm or something (I’m blaming it on him) but I dropped the rest and it broke some more. At least it wasn’t the motorcycle I kept having bad luck with. 

As for right now- I’ll leave it at that. We had a banquet and I will write about that tomorrow 😄 

Proof I made it with my jar. 

Fixing the brake 

Sleeping with a smile on his face cuddles with things from the transam

Team Butts 

Waiting to be escorted 

Xoxo breezy