I slept in enough so that the rain had stopped, and the camping family behind me hadn't started yelling at each other. One thing about a bad southern drawl is that I assume the person is slow. If everything is stretched out it makes them sound as if they are trying to think of the next word as they go. Just my own personal thought, love the accent still. The plan for the day was to go to the barber motorsports museum which opened at noon. Noon is forever away when if I'm not out the door by 9 i may be screwed over by the next stop and have to ride at night, which I see as a death sentence. But anyways, it was a day off! I stalled everything, went to dunkin donuts (not impressed) and got gas and tried some Milo's sweet tea I had been seeing around, and still showed up half an hour early. I hung out with some dudes from Tennessee who were in town for a BMW rally at the track/ complex. I would kill for a touring bike right now, the wind is directed right at my head and shoulders. I have been hiding behind cars as much as I can, going south through Mississippi the vehicle of choice was the Kia sorento at 80 mph. The Hyundai Santa Fe doesn't do it for me though, which is strange. Anyways! The museum was 5 floors of the greatest, rarest motorcycles ever, along with a special section of lotus f1 and other cars. There were two bikes there that I really wanted to see that I would most likely never see anywhere else, a production oval pistoned v4 honda that was pretty much a v8, and the Britten v1000 that was built in a studio in New Zealand from the ground up using amazingly advanced composites for its time and was one of ten. I missed the Britten the first time through and I started panicing trying to find it. When I saw it I started tearing up, which has been a daily thing as of late. I'm not sure what's going on with me, whether it is the stress of the trip, or everything is really affecting me this much. I had just missed the rainfall going through Mississippi the other day and the smell of pine and the sweetness in the air was overwhelming. Welp, anyways there is also a race track viewable from the museum, and that day there was the BMW learners track day thing, an amazing soundtrack for the experience. After I left I had planned to go downtown Birmingham for some lunch, but it rained and was wearing jeans and my tennis shoes along with my jacket. So I got wet right when I was about to pull into town. There is a million times difference between sitting in traffic in the rain and riding in the rain and I wanted to keep moving. Ten miles later I had dried out a bit and took a chance on getting grub even though I new there was more rain on the way. Afterwards I took a chance on getting gas and some booze and mega lost because it was Sunday
And it started raining. I'm trying to figure out the difference between heavy rain for motorcycle vs car because they all slow down when I want to speed up. As I slow down my helmet fogs up, even though it has an amazing fog resistant coating on it, plus my glasses means I'm blind. As I tried to pull into the camp site my brakes did nothing. So I had to sit waiting to so a u turn. I got in through to the campsite and it actually cleared up between the lakes that were in there without tree coverage, but it still poured directly after that. I got to the tent absolutely soaked, upset. I stripped down and waited for the rain to quit mopping up with a towel all the little wet spots. I gave up and listened to some music through headphones to drown out the rain that usually comforts me, but this time is pissing me off. It finally stopped and I laid every thing out but it wasn't warm enough for anything to dry and really dampened my spirits (pun intended, although at the time it wasn't). At night time I figured it was going to rain again so I put all of the smelly wet shit in the tent. I can no longer tell which clothes are clean and which are dirty so on one bag goes dry and the other wet. I drank three beers and had crazy weird dreams. 
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