battery fail, the georgia loop, and sushi

I know this blog is entitled ziptied z, but I have to have a place to dump my weekend escapades, and if I was any savvier at blogging I might be able to have 2 streams going on the same blog, but that's way too much effort for today. Either way, I think you'll enjoy it, I know I did.

It was supposed to be the storm of the month, a HUGE front was coming through and everyone was told to stay inside. 11am on Saturday and the apocalypse had not shown up yet. Jake texts me of said situation and I immediately pretend like I've been ready to go on a motobike ride for hours. As he had just started washing his only pair of jeans, it took him a minute to come over, but when he did we noticed, after he had to push his bike the length of my block, that his bike battery was completely dead. Luckily batteries plus had us covered from a 45min trip to Woodruff road and back for 59$.

The install went easier than most considering every Honda owner curses life every time he drops a battery in place and then has to somehow hold the power lead nuts down on the rear side without dropping them into the Bermuda triangle between it, the frame, and the tank. This usually consists of 2 people using various needle nose pliers, allen wrenches, or magnetic screwdriver tips. This time, however, in the time it took me to drink my drink, Jake was ready to go. I came through in the clutch with the random piece of Velcro. It's like zipties and duct tape really.

I can't tell you how awesome the north Georgia loop is while riding a motobike. I think it rivals Deals Gap, especially when there is nobody on it because every weather man from here to the Mississippi (which is currently flooding) said not to leave your house. It took a while, and we had to ride through one wave of rain for about 20 mins. In true making it happen fashion, I refused to turn around. I was prepared for the situation, wearing my snowboarding gear which dried out quickly after the deluge. Leather gloves on the other hand seem to bleed for hours afterwards staining your hands their respective color. How are those red gloves now, Jake?

Either way, the ride was amazing and we managed a few loops after the trek across the state. It's been a while since I've been able to dive into a turn with 2 lanes before the apex going in one direction. 129 with it's open roads, and 180 with it's technical amplitude, and 60 like a roller coaster on the side of a cliff. I miss being able to do that each weekend from when I lived in ATL. We followed it up with pizza at Mellow Mushroom in Clemson on the way home. A fine place I might add, but both our phones were stone dead at this point, so see below for sushi and sake pictures from the local Thai spot the following night.

Next weekend anyone?

Yum.