So after months of waiting and losing the sticky from the top of the Trike page throwing everyone into a quandary as to whether the event was still on or not, the date finally arrived and Trikers headed out the door or garage, on their way to Nashville. Many were spending those hours behind the handlebars wondering just how this year could get any better after last year. Well, let me just say . . . . . . .

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That this year’s Nashville Road Kill Ride In was most certainly “COOL.!!!” Very cool as a matter of fact for a certain organizer who may have thought, mistakenly I might add, that he was about to end the gathering getting away “clean,” and unscathed from his antics of last year. BUT NO, this guy was dirty I tell ya and as they say, “revenge is best served . . . . . . . COLD!!!!!!!!!!
Now, before I move on, I would be remiss if I did not report that it was clear that Doc was once again on the prowl. Seems this stately Trike rider is actually a sturdily, crafty, sly sliver fox that can almost always be found with a good looking young lady on his arm, or, in some cases, in her arms.

But I digress.
This year’s gathering made clear that the word was getting out about how much fun us Trikers can have when we pull into town. Yes, a few two wheelers attempted to infiltrate the fun and frivolity that sets our gatherings apart from those snoozer two wheeler checker and coloring book parties. BUT, word DID got out, and as Trikers have proven to be quick with the twist of the throttle, one of our wheeless wantabees found themselves . . . . . . . . .

However out of the goodness of our inclusive hearts, we slowed down and waited for the freshly retired Navy man to see if he could get that two wheeler of his up on plain and full steam ahead.
The gang found our way down to the small, did I say, “extremely small, little, tiny town of Blue Buckle, TN. This neat little place is known for a few things. One, is that it is very small. Two, the buildings date back to 1870, three, and this brought back scary memories for a few who attended, they have a couple of STERN, OLD, NO NONSENSE Boarding Schools in the area. However, the best part of what this town is known for is . . . . . . . . .

Now in an old town like this, one can and should expect a little storytelling. Of course one has to ask . . . . . “is this a True Story and is this going to take long?”
Apparently, maybe a little too long for one of our members.
Finally the call was made to “SADDLE UP” and everyone fired up the Trikes and off to the Jewel of TN . . . . . . the Jack Daniels Distillery and Town Square. Once everyone was safely settled into the dinning establishments, shops, stores, ice cream shop, or leather outlet of their choice, the skies opened up and it poured, just not what I had hoped for. Who said Lynchburg was a dry county. LOL
Now, wanting to try and help our two misguided two wheelers feel more comfortable, and give them access to something that they soooooo look forward to at each of “their” gatherings, efforts were made to give them a chance to have some “excitement.”

Recognizing how “challenged” at least one of them felt, we lined up a suitable challenger so as to make him feel like he had a chance. Getting his opponent to make a move will be like “pulling teeth, ” so we “thought” he could handle that.


That this year’s Nashville Road Kill Ride In was most certainly “COOL.!!!” Very cool as a matter of fact for a certain organizer who may have thought, mistakenly I might add, that he was about to end the gathering getting away “clean,” and unscathed from his antics of last year. BUT NO, this guy was dirty I tell ya and as they say, “revenge is best served . . . . . . . COLD!!!!!!!!!!
Now, before I move on, I would be remiss if I did not report that it was clear that Doc was once again on the prowl. Seems this stately Trike rider is actually a sturdily, crafty, sly sliver fox that can almost always be found with a good looking young lady on his arm, or, in some cases, in her arms.

But I digress.
This year’s gathering made clear that the word was getting out about how much fun us Trikers can have when we pull into town. Yes, a few two wheelers attempted to infiltrate the fun and frivolity that sets our gatherings apart from those snoozer two wheeler checker and coloring book parties. BUT, word DID got out, and as Trikers have proven to be quick with the twist of the throttle, one of our wheeless wantabees found themselves . . . . . . . . .

However out of the goodness of our inclusive hearts, we slowed down and waited for the freshly retired Navy man to see if he could get that two wheeler of his up on plain and full steam ahead.
The gang found our way down to the small, did I say, “extremely small, little, tiny town of Blue Buckle, TN. This neat little place is known for a few things. One, is that it is very small. Two, the buildings date back to 1870, three, and this brought back scary memories for a few who attended, they have a couple of STERN, OLD, NO NONSENSE Boarding Schools in the area. However, the best part of what this town is known for is . . . . . . . . .

Now in an old town like this, one can and should expect a little storytelling. Of course one has to ask . . . . . “is this a True Story and is this going to take long?”


Now, wanting to try and help our two misguided two wheelers feel more comfortable, and give them access to something that they soooooo look forward to at each of “their” gatherings, efforts were made to give them a chance to have some “excitement.”

Recognizing how “challenged” at least one of them felt, we lined up a suitable challenger so as to make him feel like he had a chance. Getting his opponent to make a move will be like “pulling teeth, ” so we “thought” he could handle that.
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