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06:17:57 am Here I am at the start, all clean, rested, loaded up, and ready to go.
Did a test run on Friday to make sure that the gas station I was planning to use as the Start was open at 6:00am;
turns out checking was a good thing because I tried three stations before I found this one that opened at 6:00 not 7:00! While I was getting gas and doing some last minute bike checks, Patrick Crilley (behind me)
became an enthusiastic supporter of the trip and promised to be here when I returned. Claudia gave me a hug, Patrick and she waved goodbye, and I was off!
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At the Acorn Motel in Black Mountain, NC Checked in at 11:06:43 pm Photo taken early next morning.
Let me tell you how I got here: At my 7th stop for gas (splash & dash in Iron Butt lingo!), in Harriman TN, I pulled out my trusty Harley Davidson VISA card, pushed it into the card slot in the pump,
and the machine said, "Your card has been Declined.” I tried the process again, and got the same result. No worries - pulled out my Starbucks VISA, and it worked fine.
(What do these two cards reveal about my Yuppie-ness???)
Actually, the IBA website offers an Archive of Wisdom from IBA veterans, and Tip#17 includes the note: “And have more than one credit card handy, in case your financial institution's automated systems
"shut down" your card for unusually heavy use.” So I was prepared for the event even though it was somewhat of a surprise when it actually happened. In Newport TN at stop 8, I had the same problem and
the same resolution, so I knew the Harley card wasn’t my friend anymore.
I arrive in Black Mountain, my destination for the evening; about 10:30 PM and find the Motel 8 where I had booked a room about a week before. When I went in, a nice woman at the desk told me that she
had given my room away earlier in the evening! What!!!@#$%^&*(). She explained that when another potential guest arrived, and I hadn’t claimed the room by late evening, she ran the credit card I used
when I made the reservation. You can see the problem coming – the card I gave her on the phone was the Harley card that had been shut off about 3 hours earlier. . . .
With a paying customer in hand, and a late-arriving, bad-credit-card-holding potential customer out there somewhere – she rented the room to the person standing in front of her. I understood her point,
but it was late, I had ridden for over 16 hours, I needed to be up early to start again tomorrow, so I WANTED A ROOM.
She offered to call another place, the Acorn Motel, and found they had one room left! “I’ll take it,” I shouted, as I sped away. I arrive at the Acorn Motel, check in, and go to the very back of the
motel in a little cabin in the woods. Talk about your No Tell Motel - the mattress was about two inches thick, the bath towel was the size of my laptop, I can’t even begin to think about the bugs –
all for only $61.05! (I do have to remind you that this was only about 2 miles from The Biltmore in Ashville, on Memorial Day weekend. Not the best of times to be looking for a place to stay, I know,
I know, I know.
Total for the day: Miles: 1043 Time: 16 Hours, 47 Minutes
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