Bob Bitchin three phone books for his number, and soon we were in his nice warm house. After a night of old-time talk and good food and drink, we hopped back on our scooters and headed north again, after promising to return for Christmas dinner in about two weeks. All that day we wandered up through North Carolina and Virginia. You know, it is a real trip to ride the back roads of states like that, where so much has happened. I mean, you ride along and see a sign that says “Shiloh,” and you get a lot closer to the history of the country. It is really a strange feeling. That night we ran into a dude named Fuzzy Dave, who heads up a biker rights organization called ABATE. They were active in fighting the helmet law. He invited us to stay for dinner and to crash at his home. We may be dumb bikers, but not dumb enough to pass up an invite like that. After dinner we hopped into his four wheeler (since it was about 18 degrees out) and visited a guy named Gary Zager. We talked about helmet laws and the like until late in the night. The next day we got up and packed our bikes again, by now a familiar procedure. As we rode out of Fuzzy’s driveway we passed a farm house used as a hideout by rebel troops so long ago. The weather was starting to get cold. Even though the sun was out, it was only about 4 degrees at the warmest. We rode into Washington with Fuzzy, and met Gary there. They gave us the grand tour of D.C., including getting a ticket for not wearing a helmet in 7
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