We made it home safely, but not without incident. We are missing 2 vehicles....and a wallet.......and a gas cap......and a shock.....and our sanity. But we are all home and safe. Here is our amazing tale...... We started our adventure in Grand Rapids, MI at 1:00pm on Thursday and were heading south. All was going great with an eta of 8:00am Friday. Well, karma had other plans for our trip. At about 11:00pm Thursday just east of Nashville we noticed the headlights and gauges were getting dim in the 54 Chevy. Since parts would not be available at that time we decided to just keep going and hope for the best. Not a half hour later heading up Mount Eagle the tranny on the dually, hauling 4 bikes and a hot rod in an enclosed trailer, went south. Luckily, we nursed it to the top. We then were forced to stay the night. We decided to just sleep on it and deal with it in the morning. Friday morning at about the time we should have been in Florida we were still trying to come up with a plan to get there. The first order of business was putting an alternator on the 54, so that problem was solved. We decided to just leave the dually and deal with that after the weekend. The next problem was how do you get 8 people, 4 bikes, a hot rod and a 54 Chevy all to Florida. Keep in mind the temperature was 23 degrees, so riding the bikes was not really an option at this point. We came up with a brilliant idea of hauling the enclosed trailer with 3 of the 4 bikes in it with the 54 Chevy. Which meant one bike and the 34 pickup had to be driven to accommodate the 8 people. So down the mountain went the Chevy 5 people deep with the trailer in tow, a bike, and the hot rod seating 2 people. Now, when we say mountain we mean 6% grade for 7 miles. Really it felt like 107 miles. Needless to say the 54 didn't like pulling the trailer down the mountain, we used up every lane available. We made it Chattanooga and peeled my white knuckles off the wheel and decided that idea wasn't a good one. So the next option was that the bikes were going to have to be ridden. By this time it was a whopping 38 degrees, but being from Michigan our guys could handle it. So off we go again with an empty trailer, the bikes, and the hot rod heading South. Unfortunately, 2 of the bikes decided that north was the new south when they got on the highway. The Chevy didn't like the empty trailer any better than the full one, but we had no choice but to keep going. After we sat in rush hour traffic in Atlanta FOREVER we finally made it as far as Jackson, GA where we met up with a suburban that we arranged to pull the trailer the rest on the way. We also had to wait for the directionally challenged idiots that went North. So we were back on the road AGAIN. With no more troubles we finally hit the state line at 10PM Friday night. We missed out on a beautiful day but we were happy to be there. We had a great time at the show and were nicely surprised with the best kustom award. So with the terrible trip there one would think that the trip home would have to go smoothly. Well......think again. Unfortunately, we could not figure out a way to get the hot rod home. So she is still there waiting to come home. We pulled the bikes with the suburban we borrowed and drove the 54. On the way home we lost a wallet in Georgia, a shock from the 54 in Kentucky, and a gas cap in Indiana. The one good thing about all of our travels was that the weather was clear and the roads were dry the whole time. We met a lot of nice people and had a good time despite all of our troubles. When can we do it again!