MOA Rally and Home

The MOA Rally and the Trip Home

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And it's a beautiful site. I'm looking for the usual group of Internet cronies, but they haven't showed because of the midweek rally. Most of the intelligent riders are in motels where showers are readily available and the air-conditioning is only the turn-of-a-knob away. All-in-all this is the best rally site I've been at in a long time. It's difficult to sleep at night because of the continuous noise and revelry. I do the usual shopping and visiting with some friends who did show. By the time the third afternoon rolls around I'm burned out on camping and the rally.

Fortunately, the bike is through with it's tune-up and oil change and I can leave. I'm not sure how far I'll go, but I am going. About the time I hit Poughkeepsie, I'm burned out, hot and ready for a motel. It's only been 30 miles, but what the heck.

The next day I fight traffic through D.C. and make it to the North Carolina/South Carolina border for the night. It should be an easy ride home the next day.

No matter where you live, seeing that border sign after a long trip evokes an indescribable feeling of contentment. It sure is a lot closer to home than Prudhoe Bay, AK. With 17,000 miles on the odometer, it's good to be home again.

So, what would I do different. Well, I wouldn't take an R1100RT up to Prudhoe Bay, but now that I've got the wire rims, who knows. I'd spend more time along the southern part of Alaska and would take more money. (A four page credit card bill arrived a few days after I got home.) I'd get a motel at the national rally. All in all, I'm quite happy with how things turned out, even with the break-down. Every ride should be such an adventure.