Old School Cherry Poppin' [Edit | Delete]

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  Now if you try and find an official definition for "old School" is seems it would go
something like this: sharing common characteristics of;or being fashioned after,
the style of a by-gone era.OK that makes sense to Yo'Mamma.
  Now when I say "old school",I'm talking 'bout doing something the way I
experienced it in my "good old days".
  Admittedly even the rallies I like to call old school are much expanded versions of

those I first went to in the seventies.Mainly in the area of the entertainment offered.
Now even the old school rallies will offer quite a selection of bands.AS well as
an ever widening section of vendors---definately NOT boxes of parts and guys with
frames on the tailgates of trucks.
  Now in our number for Thunder on the Rock II we had several particpants that

had been to those events called rallies;where you sleep in a hotel ,and alternate

shopping with bar hopping.BUT they had never been to a "let's go out in the

woods-pitch a tent-and throw a HUGE ASS party -with a thousand more bikers"
rally.
  Our BIKERWORLDS riding group is actually scattered on all the compass points of

Metro Atlanta area.So while we westerners set out to do some scenic back roads

through GA,AL,into TN; those from the other side of the city ran with the support

truck up I75 and the "main" roads into Monteagle.
  Roll call for Thrusday :DC-our everready and always picking and grinning road

capitan with his lovely lady(my bestest girlfriend) Lanie_GA in the lead.Ghostrider

and his itsy bitsy biker chick and MR with Yo'Mamma from the west.Karen

a-k-a-Lady Legs was driving redshovel's truck with the gear,Sidways

KEN,Schimiddy,and Lovechrome(or LilD as Yo'Mamma calls her) from the east.
Randy-or-BDOG and His girl Tammy,Last Cowboy and his babe and Roxy and

Hatter also coming into camp individually.To be joined on Friday by rebel

rider---on his brand*spanking new '08 police harley with Bubbles up behind.Mr

Meaquie and Sheryl to follow up behind with their gear.AND Saturday incoming

Locksmith,SuzyQ,Moving Tons,Gertie and Locksmith's dad.
  NOW we all gotta give a big "HELL YEAH"!! to locksmith's dad;I'm not sure of his

age BUT knowing that locksmith is at least my age,and knowing his dad had a heart

attack this spring then still made Thunder Beach and now Thunder on the Rock II---
SO hell yeah for Locksmilth's dad.SO that's the roll call for our camp and stopping

by were so many more friends :Drive-by and Lil RED;bear and his lady,MR 2shot

and his lil dove and a whole host and army of "harley guys".No matter how I would

try I'm sure to miss a name.
  The ride up was beautiful.Always give DC his due: He knows some beautiful

riding.I was concerned regarding my ability to stay in the seat long enough-as I've

been working too much and riding too little(WAY TOO LITTLE) but when I did ask

for a break DC found a neat place to take it.OUT in the middle of nowhere AL ;what

looked like a regular Fill'er-up;actually half the space was a wine shop.Making me

too sad that the bike was tottally packed out and I was unable to get a few bottles to

sample.
  DC was keeping a running dialog with LEEGS anytime we stopped.So far the

anticipatory 5:00 break was making the east-team arrival time just a bit behind ours.
  So we arrived in Monteagle first and made our way down the main drag--what

there is of it-to find a place to eat,drink and wait merrily for our campmates.
  We were litterally among the very first customers to a newly opened cafe.BUT let

me say here that the "Songbird" was way off key.Obviously it never occured to the

operators of the new Songbird Cafe to be organized and supplies ready prior to

opening.BUT hats-or helmets off to DC for finding a way to amuse us.The tables in

the place are tin top/sheetmetal "vintage" coke-a-cola tables.And time as well as

usage,evidently has done the same thing to them as it has to Yo'Mamma-made

them a bit unstable.So that if you press down on the sheet metal ,making it level

and flat ,after some mysteriously measured interval of time;it will POP back

up--loudly and vigorously launching any item resting on it.BUT no harm was done

as Ghostrider used his rugby reflexes to catch the beer bottle befoe itsy got beer

baptised.NOW of course boys being boys (no matter the size or age) once the trait

was discovered all tables had to be tested.
  So once the gangs all here and we've been beered and fed;we head out for

camp.We take a full ride around scoping out what's avaliable and what's

optimal.Being respectful of the fact that the fartherest back east corner -which is not

only roped off BUT has an outlaw vested prospect standing gaurd.We pick our

spot.I know we arrive at the right spot for I am given a sign.There was a

MegaMamma sized porta-potty about 6 ft seperated from all the ordianary potties in

the row.Someone tried to take away the significance of my sign and say the

portapotty was for the handicapped.There was not 1 symbol in it or on it indicating

so therefore obviously Yo'Mamma was right.
  NOW as for the condition of the roads @ II compared to I;the main roads through

the camping were some better.More of the large gravel being there and being

better packed downBut the small inner roads were not any improved being slick as

snot with the least amount of moisture.The camp sites themselves are no longer

sooty.Last year we looked like a traveling minstrel show by the time we got

home.We also chose a site without so many stumps this year.Last year we

discovered that booze and stumps don't mix.
  NOW with us this year,to get his old school cherry popped was Schmiddy.This

darling young thing has a most beautiful old school harley.He also has stolen a

peice of Yo'Mamma's heart 'cause this man can make a camp.The center piece of
the riding friends camp was dubbed the "Garge Ma Hal".Evidently from the picture

on the box a "portable""easily erectable"canvas garage supported by interlocking

metal poles.Designed to protect your prized show piece --which actually turned out

to be US!!Naturally no spring rally in the mountains can occur in exclusion of at

least 1 spring thunder storm.
  Schmiddy also is the current handler for the rally whore ,SEX MONKEY,who

travels rallies and biker events in the south and east trawling for MONKEY

SEX.Porno featuring him will be forthcumin' in many various sexploits:getting a

tailjob from yo'mamma,boob-diving with Lanis,itsy and mountain repelling LilD(as

you know her D's aint LIL) and even coming up for air over the waist band of

Roxy's pj bottoms.He exhausted his riding friends harim so throughly that on a trip

into town we had to bring him a primate girl friend to practice on while we rejuiced

ourselves.And although sex monkey had whispered sweetly in my ear that he likes

big girls;he must have found his orangatang girl friend a one time use animal as

she was forlornly left behind when we broke camp.
  NOW the high light of the first night came unexpectedly--some CUMIN's are

unexpected.'Cause on the spur of the moment while modeling hats mamma's

favorite long drink of water:lady legs ,decided she'ld get a belly button ring.So with

Itsy for practicle wisdom and Ghostrider for brawn--to catch her if she'ld fall- and

yo'mamma to see if it was done cleanly.She got her dainty little abdominal

depression bejeweled.She did great singing to her mp3.My favorite thing was the

care instructions by the guy who'ld pierced her"They can finger and lick every

other part of you BUT tell them to leave this alone".
  Roxy and Hatter did join us around the camp but had to cut the story telling

short,which is always a freatloss to us.They have that mini-ME-hatter to watch over

and work to make on friday BUT would be back later Friday.
  Mrs Roxy had made the task of friends finding us much easier.She made us a first

class banner marking the camp for "DEACON's ARMY"-Riding friends of

MegaMamma.We've decided notonly to use to to mark the camp-but to log our

rallies on.So that whenever any of us go to a rally we will take it and then add the

name on the banner.----COOL thanks Mrs.Roxy
  Friday was definately when the full value of Schmiddy's Garage MaHal came into

play.The true volume of a spring thunderstorm didn't dampen those sheltered in

it.But it drizzled out and we had plans;besides you know yo'mamma aint afraid of

no wet tee shirt.So we set out on a path long desired by MR.A crudase as it where

to the spring that flows from the mountain into the magical castle where they turn

spring water into Jack Daniels.
  We hadn't gotten very far from the rally when we rode straight into the

thunderstorm we had been sheltered from by Schmiddy.Hatter was in the lead and

when things got truly thick ---with a little hail thrown in for good measure---he took

a minuet to hollar back while stopped at a yield sign;"are we up for this?' and my

reply at the top volume of my voice was to simply sing "SINGING in the rain".
  We eventually rolled out of it and into bring clear sunny skies,pushed the throttle

out a bit and rode ourselves dry.
  Being locally born,hatter again took us on all his best and favorite roads.The tour

of Jack Daniels was delicious .My tongue got hard and we should have put a bib

on MR.He said he could swear that when we went in the aging barn---filled with

mellowing barrels ----he could hear angels singing.OUR tour guide was funny and

friendly.We were his last tour of the day.As we files out down to the bike parking

,he was in our midst.As it turns out ---often you meet someone you instantly

enjoy;to find out they're on a bike too.Thanks to RON,harley guy and tour guide at

Jack Daniles distillery.
  We rolled back into Lynchburg for ameal to find the resturant Hatter wanted to

take us to was closed.Now on the sidewalk an elderly couple-locals probably in

their 80's or older;who heard us talking ,offered to lead us to a diner.How unlikely

and what a highlight for this old gentleman --to lead some bikers on a parade

through town in his camery.
  It was at this diner that a transformation took place.We had enjoyed the new facet

added to our group when Last Cowboy and his BABE joined our usual bunch.They

werew game for rolling on in the thunderstorm;now here in the diner with the rest

of the group ordering the usual adult beverages - Last Cowboy became NO MORE.
When he ordered "MILK-make it strong--I'll take 2%";he was forever in our hearts as

"milkman,2%,mayfield".........You can imagine the ribbing he took for this the rest of

the rally.And helmets off to him for being so good natured and getting in as many

zingers himself as we got in at him.
  Now Friday night back at the Garage MAHal a very special event took

place.Hatter-a-k-a- Deacon ,while not actually a fully ordained minister,came pretty

close:lacking only a semester or 2 completing his theology degree.AND he

brought his special attitude for holy matrimony blened with his definate real biker

world experience and officiated over a renewing of"till death do us part" by MR and

Yo'Mamma.LilD and Ghostrider served as seconds as MR laid his hand on top of

mine;on top of hatter's bible that went through Desert Storm being on top of the '08

part manual.
  While not legally binding as our original ceremony,or as picturesque (We were

married in a gazebo in a park back home 20 years before);It was never the less attended by those

whom love us and are important to our life.AND ,fo me, that MR would speak up

loud and proud to reaffirm his entent to keep me on his backseat untill the road

ends--------well it's humbling!
  But you can be sure I wasn't humble in my efforts to re-consumate our

nuptuials.Evidently our love spoke volumes,as next morning MaMMa's adopted

son made remarks that he was afraid he'ld be scared for life for having listened to

the nosies his mamma made late into the night.
  Saturday was beautiful not only in the after-glow,But bright and beautiful with the

best riding .Waterfall,gristmill,Chatanooga choo-choo,and up look ut mountain to

mountain point park.It was at this point high over Tennessee ,that we discovered a

new detail about my son BDog-He's just a little bit afraid of heights.Now he was fine

as we gradually incresed our altitude by slow sweeping curves up the

mountain.But walking on the overlooks in the park ws a whole 'nother

story.Especially with MR stepping over the gaurdrails and walking on some rock

outcroppings---feeling pretty cocky I guess.BUT it goes to show coming from

Florida to Tennessee adds a whole dimension to my boys outlook.
  Now I do beleive in safety.Foolishness can end all your adventures in a rush.SO

let me say we weren't actully RACING a train----it's just that we were running parrell

to the train and were gradually curving as to disect the intended path of the

train.SO we pushed the throttle out---exhilerating.BUT the train got there ahead of

us and we sstopped a few car lengths back from the tracks to be in the shade.THE

smell was glorious there were magnolia trees on the banks of the train tracks and

running honey-suckle viens all over the fence rows.NATURALLY this being

Yo'Mamma when I slipped off of the backseat while the train rushed past--I

immediately thought of Jerry Garcia{doesn't everyone when in the aroma of

magnolia and honeysuckle} so I began to sing and dance and ws promptly joined

by the milkman's babe.So it was a pleasant quick break for the babe and me BUT

as the train past and we got back up behind our men;it seems the "townies" in the

cars immediately behind us looked a bit perplexed.
  Now after the mountain park Hatter did another special thing for MegaMamma.He

took us to an undeveloped waterfall.Pristine,unspoiled pure mother nature.It set me

to daydreaming another version of Megamamma's bar and grill with a patio ending

in it's own waterfall.
  Almost always that fickle finger is gonna flip someone a long-out-4 bent

salute.Everyone who gets in any real miles will soooner or later suffer the indignity

of being the bike down.When it's your turn it SUCKS.When it's your buds turn you

understand. So we understood how KEN felt when his clutch cable broke.But you

have that and add to it being 200 miles away from home and you have that added

concern of how to get the bike home.
  I have seen many angels in disquise .BUT NO disquise was ever quite this

complete.The guys had decided the best solution for Ken's bike was to get it into

the support truck and get it home for repairs.The problem being getting the bike

loaded.So when Ken saw "jimmy" with a bike in the back of his truck and loading

ramps he simply explained his need.AND one-biker-to-another "Jimmy" said

sure.When "Jimmy" got out at camp I immediately recognized him.......as the

ghostrider charcter from the adventure series Scooby DO.Now when you chance to

meet in life someone so closely resembling such a famed literary character,you

have to wonder if they are aware of the likeness."Jimmy" evidently is because

when he bent over the ramps at the back of the truck his waist band ws clearly

marked as Scooby DO boxers.NOW if you don't beleive me ask MR--he saw it

too.AND you know he won't lie for me(he says to do so would be encouraging me

to tell LARGER stories).
  Saturday night we rode the green,and gold and glorious wave back to the

seventies.Now I didn't know these friends in the seventies-we were scattered about

the country and a couple of the riding friends weren't even born yet.BUT we was

cooking with Dr.Hook and we may not get our picture on the cover of the Rolling

Stone but it won't be because we aint worthy.Dancing to Dr.Hook I was most

definately young again and Lanie and Legs and Lil D were right there in my

neighbor hood.
  Dr.Hook was such an inspiration that sitting around the camp fire late into the

night 3 great minds formulated the answers to life's most perpetual questions

.Hatter ,MR and DC took turns orating while Lanie and I sat struck in awe over the

fathomless ideas pouring forth.Then all at once mid presentation of a particularly

intricate solution for fuel prices DC became silent.When I looked over to see what

had stopped his pronouncement -he was fast asleep -chin on chest.
  He and Lanie were sitting close together and near the fire.So we brought the

extra sleeping bag from the tent and covered them up;to sleep in view of the stars.
  Unfortunately next morning the muse was gone.All the answers to all the mystical

questions which plaque the world floated away with the embers from the campfire

and were lost and our guys had NO CLUE ----again.
  Sunday I decided my squeezers needed to rest.I was saddlesore for reasons and

in ways I do not need to describe.So Mainly stayed in camp though I did ramble

through the rally and visit.To me that was loads of fun.Carrying a nice supply of

liquid refreshment and wandering along untill met by crys of"hey MAMMA" then

sitting awhile to visit with friends.
  We had heard rumors that Charlie Daniels would be a gospel show.But that was

untrue.They did 1 gospel song-1 vry beautiful gospel song-but the rest of the show

was the old standards and a few nw additions.MR stompped and whistled and

sang.It was in NO way dissappointing.
  Then suddenly it's MONDAY morning. Time to break camp and I'm looking at

Ken's bike in the back of the support truck and wondering how's it all gonna fit with

the bike up there too.SO I say if we have to dump some of our stuff it's replacable

it's no big deal.Schmiddy again grabs a piece of Yo'Mamma's heart 'cause he

says"No way Mamma leaves any of her stuff".This darling man can make camp and

he can break camp too.AND he magically got it all to fit!!
  After breakfast we made a solid run to Cartersville to split our seperate

ways.Everyone's tired and a little stinky but we still grab many hugs,say goodbye

but hate parting ways.You never know when or if you'll all ever be together again.
Every adventure is precious because any 1 may be the last.
  So MR and Yo'Mamma roll by One Eyed Willy's Train's got it looking good but not

quite ready for business yet;and we buzz over to the Spotlight for obligatory ice

cold beers.And I announce to our favorite barmaids the news of our

re-nuptuials.Which they of course greet with sweet enthusiasm.Reminding MR we

are newly weds again.
  Then I'm back at home snuggled in m y garden tub with fragrant

bubble bath tucked under my chin like a blanket.Memories flashing and changing

like a kaleidoscope.All the faces and sights and feelings from Thunder on the Rock

II.

Live an adventure
megamamma

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