The Ying and Yang of the greatest day ever, and why I will never eat fried chicken again

When one rides 30 miles on a scooter you qualify for a pic under the "Cool Zone" Sign

Feeling rather hard core after going 20mph up the pass to Virginia City

Scooter Death Mob founder....Dave

Ready to hit the open road

Rolling

Burning into Virginia City

Ying and Yang, plus and negative, old Stevie Wonder vs. new Stevie Wonder these are things with complete opposites (especially Stevie Wonder, honestly how does a guy put our a record like "Songs In The Key Of Life," then write a travesty like, "I just called to say I love you.") I digress, here is the story. I have been in the Reno/Tahoe area for the past few days for work. I started out yesterday making the rounds to Carson City, Melville, and Tahoe. Not a bad day, had some good calls and saw some great country. I called my buddy Dave to see what he was up to after work. He, much like the Magi spreading words of joy and glad tiding mentioned that he and his wife had just picked up some scooters on Craig's list and we should mob them over the hill to Virginia City.

I was in from the get go, so Dave (now the official founder of the Scooter Death Mob) adorned in his ski helmet and me in Dave's down hill bike helmet and gold Elvis sunglasses headed out. Now Kerouac may have written "On The Road", but he did not do it on a scooter! So after a long climb up the mountain maxing out at 20mph we finally picked up some speed on the decent. Rolling in Virginia City was great. If any of you are in the Reno area I highly recommend that you make it over that way. It is one of the most intact mining towns I have ever seen. Being that a scooter ride is hard work we had both worked up a decent appetite and were ready for some grub.

We hit up the locals on where to eat and learned that Del Rio was having there special Gospel Chicken (this is the start of the yang part of story). So Dave and I sat down to a large plate of fried chicken on mashed potatoes with plenty of gravy. As it went down, it was truly Divine. I experience junkie like craving for fried chicken about every 2 years and this was my fix. We noted that nightfall was upon us and it was time to burn the road home.

Coming out of Virginia City was colder then death, but the way back to Reno was not so bad. As I was going down the road singing the theme song from "Smokey and the Bandit" I noticed that my insides were have some rejection issues with the Chicken. So we made it back, and what was once Divine poultry was now on its way to becoming apocalyptic on a biblical scale. I made it back to my hotel and into bed hoping the destroying angle that once was the Gospel Chicken would pass me by. No Dice......

By midnight the Gospel Chicken had taken full position of my soul and I was purging the demons all night long and into the morning. The exorcism did not take hold until Friday morning. Maybe the open road and smell of two stoke oil was so way to much of a good thing and had to be balanced by a night of being curled up around the porcelain?

With all Drama aside, Dave and I are talking about planning a scooter trip across Nevada on Highway 50 (the worlds loneliest highway). I can assure you that if this trips goes down, no fried chicken will be going down the hatch! Ahhh, the ying and the yang of life.