I hung out in my hotel room and could hear Harleys rumbling as the new arrivals rode by and parked near their hotel rooms. While in isolation, I secretly worked up a plan in my head to roll out of Carson City early Monday morning and ride to Albuquerque where I could spend the night and then make it home the next day. I like attention as much as the next guy, but I don't like sympathy and I didn't want to have to tell my story over and over despite knowing people would be genuinely concerned. The way I saw it, I could slip out unnoticed and be home before anyone figured out I was gone.
I was about to call the hotel front desk to request an early check-out when I heard from my friends Joe and Susan. Joe had recently had a hip replacement, so he and Susan drove to Shark Week. They are two of the most intelligent and compassionate people I know - in or out of the motorcycle world. The three of us really hit it off at Shark Week X in Gettysburg and we had kept in touch all year. As such, I had been looking forward to seeing them this year. Shortly after hearing from Joe and Susan, a few other Shark Week regulars called and messaged me and I started to feel like I was among my people again and I put off the call to the front desk. By this time there were dozens of Road Glides rumbling around the hotel and it was killing me. I decided to head back over to the main building where a crowd was gathering.
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