Check out www.TheCarolinaRider.com
You are receiving this e-mail because you have indicated you want to be on this list.
See more of Miss December's pics in our Carolina Beauties GALLERY online now!
December 3rd Edition
In This Issue:
Look for much more at www.thecarolinarider.com
The Little Weather Quickie for the Greater Charlotte Area
for Week of December 3-10, 2013
Tuesday 59 few showers, Wednesday 67 am showers, Thursday 71 few showers, Friday 74 few showers, Saturday 57 few showers, Sunday 46 light freezing rain, Monday 59 showers, Tuesday 51 p-cloudy (as per www.intellicast.com on 12/03/13)
This is a full edition of The Carolina Rider Scene so I'll keep my own yammering to a minimum. Briefly, I just want to express my gratitude to all those we've had the honor of hanging out with at recent Toy Runs, to all of the fabulous contributors to our publications, and to those of you who take the time to read what's here.
I am honored every time I hear someone say they have read something in our publications ... was overwhelmed to be told by a reader at this past weekend's Charlotte CBA Toy Run that he "looks forward to every issue every single week!" and was blown away by the reader from Greenville, SC who shared that he saves all issues for a time when he can sit down and read every word. Footloose and I and our contributors and Sponsors appreciate it! Moreover, I'm guessing this means something even more valuable to our world of riders. It says that being a rider - and one who hails from The Carolinas - MEANS something to at least some of us ... and therefore we seek out what connects us, that which exemplifies the bond we share: our love of what I like to call The Great Big Ride of Life! That's what we're after here - not necessarily just something full of bike pics or babe shots (even tho we have some,) not simply a gearhead rag (altho we love that too,) and not only one style of writing or visual expression (because we're growing pretty damn diverse.) We're hoping to create a "vehicle" that embodies, communicates, and passes on YOUR passion, YOUR voice, YOUR experiences.
And, as I said to several folks who thanked me for being at recent events, we're awfully, pleased to be here!
I'm on Facebook ... "friend me!"
Most of our friends, which number in the tens of thousands here at The Carolina Rider, are familiar with our awesome relationship with the law firm of Jason Taylor. He has helped out many of you in North Carolina when life dealt an unexpected blow involving an accident, personal injury, or a denial in benefits. His offices are located all throughout North Carolina and he stands ready to assist you still today.
But what if you had a misfortunate situation in South Carolina? Who would you turn to then? My Brothers and Sisters in all of bikerdom, The Carolina Rider has now joined forces with the most awesome-est law firm in South Carolina there ever coud be to bring you comfort, superior knowledge, and representation in an accident ...
To our recent question about what gets your nerves frazzled when you're riding, we received the following email:
Subject: "Unnerving Water Crossing" ...
From Dan R: "While on our way to Sturgis this past year, my buddy and I were in Paducah, KY, and were just out doing some exploring around the town when we saw the sign that pointed us to the Ohio River. Well, what we didn't know was that the bridge there was a steel-grated bridge. It's like a mile across, and the whole time your front wheel (and the back, probably also, but who was watching?) keep moving across the grates like you're riding through a patch of butter!
That is an experience I can do without doing again. As a matter of fact, when we got across to the other side, we both pulled over and agreed that we'd take the long way back to the hotel rather than cross that bridge again!
Fun to recall, not fun doing! :)"
These words, related to (altho not necesssarily prompted by) Uncle Roy's editorial comments, Come Together, about the ongoing divide in the ocean of bike owners and FancyFree's questions about trailering bikes, this email came along:
Subject: "Attitudes" ...
From Scott: "My name is Scott and I live in Belmont,NC. I have been riding for over 30 years but unfortunately, never on a Harley,( I can't afford them ). I have always accepted that Harley riders have a brotherhood, but it never affected me. Lately I have noticed that the brotherhood is turning on itself. Which brings me to my point. I ride all the time, all year long, weather permitting. I did not buy a motorcycle so that it can stay in the garage or in a trailer. And I go on numerous rides with different groups of people riding whatever they have. I don't judge you by your bike. A couple of weeks ago I went on a ride to benefit Veterans, ( I am a veteran ). The first thing I noticed was that I was one of two sport bikes and about 30-40 Harley's and Victory's. I started looking at the big street cruisers and noticed that about 80% were trophy bikes above the $30,000 mark. I also noticed that these bike owners were not to friendly towards me and the other sport bike. I also noticed that they were not to friendly to the less expensive Harley riders. I really believe that the people that own these $30,000 - $50,000 dollar bikes are missing the real meaning of riding a motorcycle. To them, it is not about the ride or the cause, to them its all about who has the most chrome, the most leather, or fancy paint job. They don't even realize that they are snubbing each other. We all have rich friends and just to let you know, the money doesn't impress any one. Maybe you could do a article about attitudes and just plain old good manners. Most of us ride for the freedom and fun, leave the arrogance at home in the garage with the bike queens. Thanks for your time. And yes, I still hope to own a Harley one day."
EDITOR'S NOTE: Here's another adventure with Uncle Roy's popular character, Reno Slade, which Unk says that, like all his tales, is based on a TRUE STORY. The photo below is clearly not a Panhead but another great shot of our author on his own ride and tote-along. You'll see ... it all comes together in the end. Enjoy! ....
“Whoo-weeee! Now that is some rig! Doan’ know as Ah’ve seen it’s like before.” Came a distinctly southern accent from behind me. I turned to meet the bland, unassuming smile of a man I guessed to be in his late fifties. His face was "pink," but not quite florid; smooth shaven, and presented withal an affable, benign countenance. He wore khaki pants, a blue chambray shirt - tucked in - and black, sensible shoes. Silver locks, curling up over his ears, peeked out from under a navy blue baseball cap. He could have been the poster boy for the "citizen" contingent of society. As it happened, my motorsickle was already warmed up, the trailer was packed; and a bright sunny sky above had me in a righteous, anticipatory, mood. I was set to roll out on a four hundred and some mile putt from Norfolk, Virginia to my home in western North Carolina, when the dude blind-sided me. I had a sinking feeling this one was a "talker;" and I was hemmed up outside my motel room. Out of respect, I couldn’t just ride off, nor escape back into my room; ergo, I was forced to tarry.
Contact us at jon@TheCarolinaRider.com - All Rights Reserved
The Carolina Rider Online Magazine
2879 Hwy 160 West, PMB 4100
Fort Mill, SC 29708