And a pic from the drive up: the all-important lunch stop.
I stopped for gas somewhere in South Florida. There was a BBQ shack in the parking lot.
Perfect, I thought.
Then the people in front of me were taking forever to order–like, I went into the gas station to pee, and they were still ordering when I returned to the line.
I heard one say to other that it was going to take half an hour.
So I cut my losses and visited the Colonel.
Once in Hilton Head, I headed right to entrant check-in. I got there just before closing time. It’s four hours each way. Then over to the host hotel to check in as a judge.
And, finally, parking for the night.
Where’s the bike?
Back here since I’d rather it not get beaten up at 80 mph.
Saturday morning, I rolled onto the show field. I put the bike together and could then welcome everyone.
The car wouldn’t fit back into the parking garage with the bike on top. Plus I had a judges meeting early Sunday morning.
So I just left the car on the field overnight with the bike up there.
Sunday morning, I took a minute to wipe down the car before judging my class. In addition to my class (Italian Mircocars) I also helped pick the best road trip car.
We had to wrap up all judging by 11:00 or so.
Ate a quick lunch and then back to the car to clean it up and welcome everyone. Thank you to those who stopped to visit.
After best in show was awarded, I could break down the bike and load up.
One stop on the way home. I wanted Waffle House. But this was closer to the exit and, um, I really needed to go. Before this weekend, I can’t remember the last time I had KFC but it sounded good at the time.
The car is currently in the garage full of my gear minus my suitcase and camera bag.
Realistically, it’ll be the weekend before I can unpack and clean it.