The cop was nice, at least...

So we left from Mechanicsville after a hearty breakfast from the Throckmorton's (Travis' family) and headed for Bumpass, some little Podunk town with a campsite. Donna gave us some bananas and granola for the road and we told her to try and convince Trav to get in the car, so to speak. Travis showed us the way out of town and we said our goodbyes and all that stuff, and told him to come with us one more time... Still waiting for that phone call...

Anyway we rode about 30 or so miles, about 4 miles out of Bumpass, when the weather turned for the worse and we stop to look for the exact location of the campsite when a guy pulls up in a beamer with a little phone headset thing and says if we want, we can camp in his carport he has built right next to the gas station he owns, which was right around the corner. Mike was his name, and we all said thanks and rode up to the carport right as the rain started coming down. The name of the gas station was Route 76 Market and this carport place was especially for bikers on the route, free of charge.

So we set up shop and cook a ton of ramens and have our first get drunk in the tent night. We bought a pack cards the night before and tried to play five card draw at first, betting shots, of course. My hand was sweet, two aces, two 10's, and a jack. Bets go around and everyone seemed pretty confident, but I traded the jack for another ace and raised the shot count a little more. I ended up winning and the girls had good hands, too, Iris with two kings and two 10's and Heather with three kings. That's when we realized we bought a pinochle deck and all drank anyway. After that we tried to play down the river, Memphrica Micah's game, but I couldn't remember all the rules, so we all drank anyway. It was pass out time after that.

The next thing we all hear is "Sheriffs office!" and headlights were coming through the rain flap. The cop apparently didn't know about the whole carport deal and so we all gave him our IDs and told him about Mark and told him to go look at the sign at the front of the door that says "Bikers welcome to camp under the carport." It took about 30 minutes total because apparently the Arkansas system was down so he couldn't look up Iris' or my records, but eventually left and told us to try and get some sleep... ASS... So we did get some sleep and headed out for Charlottesville in the morning.