The morning came fast, wow. But I will admit that I had no ill effects from the late night festivities. The only thing that bothered me was the damn garbage truck that came by at 5:00am and banged the trash bins around LOUDLY. Nice job ASSHOLES. We all cleaned up and saddled the bikes, proceeded to the front of the hotel. That's when two special somethings made their appearances on the Aussies bikes.
Uncle Dude can tell that story. They had a free continental breakfast and we sat down and ate. I had a waffle and a couple glasses of really acidic orange juice(bad idea Dano). Since we were gassed and lubed up we tore ass outta Dodge and rode east. It didn't take long for the orange juice to come back to haunt me. A night of heavy drinking followed by extremely concentrated OJ on my stomach didn't mix well. Lets just say that there were more than a few stops to vacate myself. Hell I did two times in one stop. Man I felt like... 
.. well crap. I felt so bad that Bucket let me ride the Sprint to make me more comfortable. Thanks bro. We stopped later in the day to have lunch at Subway (they should have been a CCC sponsor) and I ate a sandwich. It helped tremendously as did a nap and some Powerade. I was over the worst part by lunch. Time to make waves to St Louis. Saddle up fellas. I don't recall anything really exciting about that leg of the trip. I do recall stopping on an On-Off ramp to take a leak and call Doug((Brian)confusing I know) to see where the hotel was that he reserved for us. We also discussed our arrival time to the hotel. With that all settled we traded bikes again, I don't recall what I was on, but Hockey had his first try on the Sprint. I got to know one thing about this quite man named Hockeyfan. He like wheelies, so much so he does them in front of cops, refer to day one of his trip. I was in the lead and looking in the mirrors as we came up the steep on-ramp. I saw a quick wheelie followed by it setting down ok. A few seconds later I saw the bottom of the Sprint's oil pan as he did a 12 o'clocker...hahah on the on-ramp merging into traffic. The bike came down faster than he expected I think, haha. Nice one Hockey, way bigger than what I have done on that bike. It was a fast day and we arrived into St Louis fairly early in the afternoon. I was skeptical about what hotel we were supposed to be at because they didn't have reservations at the one that we pulled into. So I rode down to the corner and down the street to another motel6/8 to check there. In route I came across something that stopped me in my tracks. A beer/liquor store named Dirt Cheap. Anybody on TheSpeedTriple.com knows what this refers to. I got back to the 1st hotel where the guys were and told them of my discovery. More on that later. As we were standing there our new pal pulled Doug pulled in on his clean Roulette Green 1050 Triple.
We Check in and get 4 rooms with military discounts again...saweeet. Off we go to our rooms and unload the bikes. After that we went across the street and gassed up for the next day. Then we all ride down to the beer store and some of us piss off a lady in a car. She makes it a point to race in the parking lot and almost hit some of us and start a screaming match that we can do whatever we like. Settle down lady. She goes into the store, buys her alcohol and comes out screaming still at us. Wow, have a drink lady, take the edge off. We were still outside because we were all laughing because of the store name and the billboards. Speaking of billboards, its not a good idea to leave a ladder attached the sign. Yes we scaled the sign, yes all of the CCC gang.
Chewie, Bucket, Hockey, Doug, Nimec, Uncle Dude, and me were all on the sign. Some random Dirt Cheap customer was cool enough to take our pictures while we were on the sign getting honked at by cars on the nearby Interstate. With the artsy pictures done
we head inside to get our nightly poison fix. Lots of beers, check. Crown Royal, check. Miscellaneous other liquors, check. Two sets of Dirt Cheap boxer underwear, check. As we exit the store, I think I suggested that we do a burnout video in front of the Dirt Cheap neon sign. Ok, lets do this shit. We were all ready to do this covert illegal video and haul ass outta the parking lot. I say to self, "Self, the store managers and workers seemed cool as hell. I wonder if I asked if we could do a burnout in their parking lot, if would they mind?" Ok, out of my mouth comes, "Hold on dudes, I'll go ask if it is ok to do a burnout". I walk inside and sure as hell the manager says, "Fire it up man". I walk outside and tell the good news. Ok, who is going to do the burnout? Hockey stumbles over himself raising his hand and yelling "I'll do that shit". Perfect, we got an action hero and Uncle Dude is on the video detail. We gather around Hockey as he does two nice long burnouts. 
