Day 9: Best Day - Worst Day.

I slept pretty good, and Kev slept okay. Hit the roads at sunrise, and put in a solid morning of riding. There was an amazing 40 mile road in Virginia which followed a river and had the most perfect turns. What an awesome ride. Around noon, I noticed that Fred is starting to run crappy. It's the same problem he had previously, so it's possible he's overheating. We make it to Saltville, VA where we let Fred rest for a couple hours. Eventually, he starts up, and we ride for 30 mins until a crazy rain storm comes upon us. The wind and rain was intense, and thunder and lightening was all around us. Perhaps this type of storm is normal around here, but I haven't seen weather this crazy in a long time. Fred sensed that we were shocked and worried about the storm, and decided that this was a good time for him to quit completely. So here we are, in the middle of a psycho rain storm, and Fred won't run. It was so tragic, it was comical. Kev left to find a motel, and vowed to return and pick me up after he got a room and took the cases off Willow. The road to the motel was blocked by a wind fallen tree. Eventually we got to the Motel (which was half destroyed by a tornado a couple weeks perviously) and met a man who's big rig was struck by lightning. The only thing we could do was try to make light of the situation by drinking like Ameericans.