Once inside Harold's, we had a go at a bit of liquid
refreshment...the hard stuff mind you ~ water of the
finest kind (COLD)...nearly seconds into our settlement,
this bloke named Blaine came ahh strolling in after
unwinding himself from a well traveled BMW RT...seems
to have come from a northern area of rides a plenty
~ North Carolina to be exacting...
in the non-rolled over image, Blaine had a discuss
with the group, whilst in the rolled over image, he
shows his scoot and the scoot he is bagging for his
young son (it is a trike resembling a GS 1200) that
will find its home at gramps' la casa in Beufort,
as he will push on to meet the Misses and aforementioned
offspring in Daytona...our money is on him beating
them to his second stop, though they left numerous
hours if not days before him...