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" For me the best part of the WHCM besides partying with you fools at the Roost and Maxs front porch, was running the Blue ridge parkway and the surronding hills with other Honda choppers! Nothing goes down the road like a pack of Hondas! With Max, Dawg and Sawsall running point and the rest of us snaking behind, the ride was nothing short of exhilarating! Following Dawg, I realized how he got his name. He puts his nose to the ground and runs and runs and runs, like a hound on a coon! Coming down out of the parkway at Linville Falls we hooked onto Rt. 181 for the "Ride of my life"! Everytime I think of that road it gives me a hardon! Running downhill for miles, in and out of long sweeping curves that opened up into stretches of four lane highway, speedometer reaching for the sky, exhaust notes echoing off of the mountain and guard rails like a song you never want to end. One by one watching the lead bikes fade around the next curve as we wrote our names into that mountain. Bright afternoon sun warming my back as I kept my eyes glued to the bike in front of me. Swooping left and then right watching the sun glint of off those fishtail pipes on Brother Bills chromed out machine. Curves so tight at times I couldn't see him, opening into stretches of road where I could see the whole pack stretching out in front of me like a big python devouring the hills and consuming the road ahead. Grabbing for more throttle, making a quick glance into my rearview mirror to see Landman on my tail like a Brother covering my back,a grin stretching from ear to ear, his hair blowing in the wind. You know who your brothers are at those moments in your life and I thank you guys for the privilage of riding in your company. With that thought,I think I'll go out to the garage to take a look at my "Lady".