Kick back, disconnect, run away and get your "neck" on. Your redneck, that is.
Last weekend, Mr. Wilson and I shamelessly launched ourselves into the day of (being alone) sporting the Harley as our only accessory. Well, that and our helmets… and my camera…and this VERY sexy hat I bought; anyway, we took off for the hills- literally.
A change of scenery is always a welcome diversion, but it’s especially welcome when you are a Northern gal used to the mountains who has become a transplant in beautiful (but FLAT) Savannah, Ga. Hightailing it north, we found ourselves in the rolling countryside outside of Metter, Ga. With regard to mileage, it wasn’t that far of a trip, as the crow flies. We took the extended scenic route, so our trip was roughly 100 miles. What a beautiful day for a road trip…perfect weather, not too hot, not too cold. Sunshine and blue skies. Happy, shinning faces and lunch (just the two of us) at a small, local, restaurant.
Suffice it to say that it was a great afternoon, spent with my favorite person- doing exactly what it is that we love best…being together. Oh yeah, and the woot- wooting, cheering, hollering, dirt slingin’, tractor loving, four wheel riding, mud boggin’ country crowd was pretty awesome too. Go figure- I felt totally at home.
Nothing like getting your redneck on, "Mud Bog" style.