With 2 bikes in shambles in the middle of the mountains, far from town in Virginia, we needed to come up with something strong to get us out of this mess. The only option that presented itself was for a 3 man group of the better running bikes to make a run BACK to Tennessee to Jim's Motorcycle Sales in Johnson City. He seemed to be the man in these parts. Oddly enough, none of us knew about this place even though we only live an hour or two away (using a well functioning car).
From what I understand, the Hayes Boys were a force to be reckoned with. Check out their history and old photos on the link below.
When I got back to the guys, a hopeless laugh came to me with the sight of such disaster. The funny part was how everyone was laughing and calm, kind-of like we had just pulled off to stretch our legs. But the thing was, the Outlaw's bike now had his engine out! Now, on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere at a gas station, there are 4 out of 12 bikes with engines in pieces (well, once Jimmy's got back to us on a truck). I sought out that jar of shine.
This fella hung out and took Oly and I riding on a road he considered better than the famed Tail of the Dragon. We hopped onto our steeds and pulled the throttle on some tight one to two lane twists that set us free from the slow drudge of 12 people and their derelict bikes. I'm so glad ours didn't break down, for we were not taking it easy.
Mikey and Jimmy's dad showed up to ease our hopeless situation in his Mustang and pulled out a spare parts engine from some crack in one of the abandoned shops that we had left in the wake of trying to get our show on the road. He was impressed.