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“Two Spaniards Cross This Land”<br />

Ihave just read<br />

Enrique & Angeles<br />

de Vidania’s s<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong><br />

their trip across<br />

“This Land” and I<br />

want <strong>to</strong> say, even as<br />

a Canadian, how<br />

delightful it is <strong>to</strong><br />

read <strong>of</strong> “our land”<br />

through the eyes<br />

<strong>of</strong> this dynamic<br />

and adventuresome<br />

couple. My wife & I have visited many<br />

<strong>of</strong> the sites that Enrique & Angeles have, but<br />

his descriptions and pictures put my memories<br />

<strong>to</strong> shame.<br />

I mean no criticism when I say that his<br />

manner <strong>of</strong> speech and the written word conveyed<br />

an old-world style and grace we seldom<br />

experience. And then we see his pictures—Niagara<br />

Falls, Bret<strong>to</strong>n Woods,<br />

depositing sand from his home on the beach<br />

in California,Times Square, and his wife in a<br />

billboard for her birthday there.<br />

Enrique, you are, as we say in America,<br />

The Man.<br />

And Angeles, you are The Lady.We would<br />

be delighted <strong>to</strong> meet you both one day.<br />

Joe & Joan Paquette<br />

GWRRA #84738<br />

Yarmouth, Nova Scotia<br />

Know When To S<strong>to</strong>p<br />

My statement concerns not only when <strong>to</strong><br />

hang up your helmet for good, but<br />

when <strong>to</strong> s<strong>to</strong>p and rest! I know <strong>of</strong> a person<br />

who I will not call a friend due <strong>to</strong> reasons I<br />

will explain. This person is well in<strong>to</strong> his 70s<br />

and has a reputation <strong>of</strong> riding hundreds <strong>of</strong><br />

miles (at least 800) before s<strong>to</strong>pping <strong>to</strong> rest,<br />

so he can have bragging rights when he<br />

returns <strong>to</strong> the local bike club! Yes, he rides a<br />

Gold <strong>Wing</strong>1800. I don’t <strong>view</strong> him as a friend<br />

because he was on a ride, which I did not go<br />

on (Thank God!) and a rider/passenger went<br />

down and had <strong>to</strong> go <strong>to</strong> the hospital.This [fellow]<br />

would not go <strong>to</strong> the hospital <strong>to</strong> see<br />

how the fallen couple were doing; he had <strong>to</strong><br />

keep <strong>to</strong> his schedule so he could brag about<br />

how far he rode without s<strong>to</strong>pping for the<br />

night.<br />

The really terrible thing is that others are<br />

trying <strong>to</strong> follow in his footsteps. I have gone<br />

We reserve the right <strong>to</strong> edit or excerpt<br />

Readers’ Responses. Send typed, dated and<br />

signed letters <strong>to</strong> “Readers’ Responses,” <strong>Wing</strong><br />

<strong>World</strong>, P.O. Box 42450, Phoenix, AZ 85080-<br />

2450 or by e-mail <strong>to</strong> edi<strong>to</strong>r@gwrra.org.<br />

on a trip with someone who idolizes this<br />

idiot and when I pointed down at my gas<br />

tank (signaling that I need gas) he said okay.<br />

He went two more exits on the highway and<br />

would not get <strong>of</strong>f. At this point my low gas<br />

light was on. I pulled ahead <strong>of</strong> him and got <strong>of</strong>f<br />

at the next exit, forcing him <strong>to</strong> follow. I found<br />

out later that he had printed out the trip on<br />

his computer and it gave the location you<br />

should be by a certain time and he was trying<br />

<strong>to</strong> beat that by barreling on. I would have<br />

been fit <strong>to</strong> be tied if I had run out <strong>of</strong> gas and<br />

had <strong>to</strong> stand on the side <strong>of</strong> the interstate<br />

until he or someone could bring gas <strong>to</strong> me.<br />

We’re both retired, so what was the rush To<br />

beat the computer and get <strong>to</strong> the local bike<br />

club and brag! Beware, and know who you<br />

ride with!<br />

Walter Brunson<br />

GWRRA #240233<br />

Zebulon, Georgia<br />

Rescue Plus A Must<br />

You never think that you will need a <strong>to</strong>w<br />

until trouble happens. In March a year<br />

ago, my wife Jerlene & I enjoyed a seven-day<br />

cruise <strong>to</strong> the Eastern Caribbean. We drove<br />

our old ’93 Cadillac <strong>to</strong> Miami and left it<br />

parked on the fifth floor in the parking<br />

garage at the cruise ship terminal.<br />

After seven days <strong>of</strong> fun, fun, fun and go, go,<br />

go, we docked back at the Miami Cruise Ship<br />

Port. It was about 8 a.m. on Saturday when<br />

we were herded <strong>of</strong>f the ship.<br />

Our car was still there—a wonderful<br />

sight <strong>to</strong> see. She is a little old, but she still<br />

looks nice and is very comfortable <strong>to</strong> drive<br />

and ride. I put the key in<strong>to</strong> the ignition only<br />

<strong>to</strong> quickly learn she wasn’t going <strong>to</strong> start this<br />

time. We had never had trouble with her<br />

starting before.<br />

Here we were, deep in Miami, as far as<br />

you can go without wading in the ocean. I<br />

could not find the problem. My next thought<br />

was <strong>to</strong> walk back <strong>to</strong> the ship’s dock and ask<br />

about the nearest service station, but at the<br />

Miami Ship Terminal there are not many<br />

English-speaking people around <strong>to</strong> talk <strong>to</strong> or<br />

places <strong>to</strong> receive help.<br />

Flustered, I walked back <strong>to</strong> the car where<br />

my wife was waiting. She already had her<br />

GWRRA Rescue Plus card in her hand and<br />

was ready for my phone. We called the<br />

Rescue Plus number on the card.The lady at<br />

the other end <strong>of</strong> the phone line was nice,<br />

thoughtful and ready <strong>to</strong> help.While she kept<br />

us on line, she found the nearest service station,<br />

<strong>to</strong>ld them where we were and sent<br />

them <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>w us in. Rescue help would arrive<br />

in 20 <strong>to</strong> 40 minutes.<br />

After about an hour, the lady from<br />

GWRRA Rescue Plus called us back <strong>to</strong> make<br />

sure we had received service. It is so nice <strong>to</strong><br />

know, should something happen when you<br />

are away from home and should you need a<br />

<strong>to</strong>w, Rescue Plus is there for you.<br />

Thank you for GWRRA’s Rescue Plus.<br />

James Smithson<br />

GWRRA #170280<br />

Lewisburg,Tennessee<br />

Travel Network Builds Friendships<br />

The Mo<strong>to</strong>rcycle Travel Network is best<br />

described as a “bed-and-breakfast” club.<br />

Members <strong>of</strong> the MTN host mo<strong>to</strong>rcycle travelers<br />

overnight and provide them breakfast.<br />

When staying overnight, a nominal fee <strong>of</strong> $20<br />

per night for two is paid <strong>to</strong> the host. For<br />

more information, visit the MTN website at<br />

www.mo<strong>to</strong>rcycle-travel.net.<br />

We joined this summer and had our first<br />

visi<strong>to</strong>rs last August 26. GWRRA Members<br />

Bill & Sandy Hatfield from Commerce,<br />

Georgia, s<strong>to</strong>pped on a trip <strong>to</strong> Florida <strong>to</strong> visit<br />

their family. Bill is Chapter Direc<strong>to</strong>r for<br />

Chapter GA-S. We <strong>to</strong>ok Bill & Sandy <strong>to</strong><br />

Schooners, a local beach bar, <strong>to</strong> <strong>view</strong> the Gulf<br />

12 <strong>Wing</strong> <strong>World</strong>

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