Gentlemen,
 
The August 2001 group ride was a success.  The chronological assessment is as follows:
 
All riders were assembled and ready to ride by 9:10 am Due to the technicalities of the printed departure time, the group photo was not taken until 9:30 (scheduled departure time).
 

9:38 am depart for T.W.O. via an inconspicuous path which never included any sign of Super Slab.  After about an hour of zigging and zagging on our way toward Dahlonega Eddie found a great "Pit Stop".  Bladders were relieved and beer was consumed.

 
Then we arrived at T.W.O. about 11:50 am. in time for a pre-lunch malt beverage and an early start at the lunch line. Many of our motorcycle brethren were around to join in the midday festivities.

 
We had a virtually perfect setting and some of our local members began to come out of the wood work. First there was Dick Jones who told us of his apprehension in dealing with uneven pavement. It seems that on his ride, all the way from Dawsonville to the rendezvous point at Indian Trail and 85, he found himself trapped in a lane that kept him from exiting until Clairmont road.  Needless to say, that is why he didn't make it for the group photo.  We did not see Dick after lunch by the time we left. Nor did I get a photo.
 
Then Glen Bewely showed up from camping out about an hour from T.W.O.  Glen departed for the big city after lunch, so we did not get to ride with him.
 

 
Joe Alberts and Bill Freeman showed up during lunch and invited the official group riders to their "Hide away".  So we packed up our remaining beers and headed to the land north of Suches.

 
They each have property just north of T.W.O.  Bill was our official host and had Budweiser for those who could appreciate it. So, we enjoyed beer and listen to Joe tell the story of his golf cart acquisition.

 
After a good belching or two, we admitted that Eddie would be needing a more flammable gas for his tank. Upon returning to the B.P. in front of T.W.O. I received a calling to "run the 180/129/19/60 return circuit. It didn't take much prodding for my comrades to agree.
 
No picture (or video) you just had to be there.
 
After an exciting romp through the mountain roads, we ended up back at our new secret "Pit Stop" for another beer or two.

The ride was concluded at my house for cold and unshaken brewskies.
 
The End !   .   .   .  for now.
 
Jack Jr.