A Cluster Of Spyders To A Sunday Worship

By Wa y Wersching

unday, May 17, was going to

be a wonderful day for a ride. The temps were to rise into the high 70’s to low 80’s by the afternoon under the bright Carolina Blue sky. I had to go for a ride - this time with no particular place to go.

At about 10:00am, I was heading west on Rte. 74 when I noticed some motorcycles parked in a gas station. I stopped to say Hi, and give out a few of the Carolinas’ Full Throttle magazines.

I was surprised to see that it was a cluster of Spyders. I learned that they were from the Mooresville-Statesville area heading to Landrum for lunch. There were a few restaurants open for dine-in there. They were a very friendly bunch of riders - both men and women.

The Can-Am Spyder has been around for a few years, and is a great marvel of engineering. It has two front wheels, and one rear wheel which makes it much more stable than the origi

nal style trikes. They are available in three basic models from under $10,000 to over $25,000. I rode one once at a demo ride. It was an experience. When riding the Spyder, I had to forget everything I had learned about riding, and handling a motorcycle. I guess that I would enjoy it after getting used to riding it. It was really different.

We all talked for a few minutes while I was handing out the magazines. The man who owned the touring Spyder offered to let me sit on it. It was very confining the way it was set up. He liked it that way, and said that it was also set up for riding his grandchildren around.

I left heading west on Rte. 74. It was an enjoyable ride. I turned south on Rte. 9. I thought about going north on Rte. 9 to Lake Lure, but there would be a lot of traffic on a Sunday.

The ride on Rte. 9 was very enjoyable. The road went past many horse farms. The Tryon International Equestrian Center

is nearby. Once into South Carolina, the scenery turned to double-wides, and small farms.

I turned left onto Rte. 11. I wanted to stop at Strawberry Hill produce to get a couple cantaloupes for Cindy. After a few miles on Rte. 11,I pulled into the parking lot at Strawberry Hill. I was surprised that they didn’t have any cantaloupes. The delivery truck just arrived and the cantaloupes weren’t unloaded yet. Because the truck was really packed with produce It would take quite a while,– so I left heading east on Rte. 11.

I turned left onto Rte. 221A, and went into Cliffside where I veered to the right onto Rte. 120. Rte. 120 ends just north of Rte. 74, but before that, I encountered the Full Throttle Biker Church in Mooresboro. They had just finished the Sunday worship, service and were walking around the parking lot. I stopped to talk with Mike – the pastor, and gave him some Carolinas’ Full Throttle magazines for his parishioners.

We talked for a few minutes. It seems like his church is doing well. I knew it would because I know Mike. He is the leader – and a good one.

I headed east on Rte. 74 into Shelby. Once home, I worked around the house until my son and his family came over for Sunday dinner to celebrate Cindy’s birthday. It’s always fun to see my granddaughter. I hooked a swing to one of our trees, and she loves to swing. It was a great way to spend a Sunday.