Well, 2017 is over and it was an eventful year in work and pleasure enjoying new people, events and places I visited this year.
2017 was the first year of my diving into publishing. However due to things I couldn’t control, I missed a few issues and was about to get out of publishing all together. However, I do enjoy sharing my travels and I’ve regained some of the enthusiasm I had when I first began.
So with that said, enjoy some memories of people, places, and events that I had the pleasure of experiencing during 2017.
Thank you all so much for your support!
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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It had been almost two years since my last visit to Bob’s Place. Sitting in the middle of the intersection of hwy 178 and Cleo Chapman highway was the ‘ oldest operating beer joint in SC. ‘ according to the South Carolina Film Commission.
On May 21st, a suspicious fire destroyed Bob’s Place. Owner Ms. Johnson (Bob’s widow), has indicated she will rebuild. I hope it happens. It was a unique establishment that I truly loved.
CLEANUP AND COOKOUT AT BOB'S PLACE
BOB'S PLACE AS IT BURNED TO THE GROUND. (SOURCE: WITNESS) (Other photos source FOX Carolina/ 5/27/17)
This summer I said goodbye (for now) to Cindy aka Purple Pan. She moved to Panama City to begin a new adventure that I know will help countless individuals. I say a special prayer for Cindy.
We met during one of her Accident Scene classes and numerous Bike events as a vendor promoting her Accident Scene course.
May God’s blessing be upon you during your new adventure!
My visit to Cindy’s for some pictures and send off.
Being out of work from April to November, gave me plenty of time to ride. So in June, I rode out to see my sister and mother in Branson, Mo. Longest ride to date and looking forward to more. It was so good to see them both and spend some quality time with them.
“Nothing last forever” as the saying goes. This held true to the group I rode with called the Backroad Cruisers. Great bunch of people, but as usual personalities clash, feeling get hurt, and people leave or ‘get kicked out’. But things happen for the best and a non-group was formed determined not to become an organized group. (confused yet) We’re just a bunch of bikers who LOVE to ride any place any time!
