'Sweet Home Alabama' great song, but not quite the right destination.  After arriving at Chattanooga airport, turned left instead of right! so anyway 76 detour miles later we arrived in our namesake, Winchester Tennessee.Tired, bedraggled and very hungry, we found ourselves begging the local Mexican restaurant, who spoke little english, to let us in and feed us. The start of our constant filling of our stomachs.

Day 2, all awake at silly o'clock because of the time difference, we moved on to Lynchburg, the home of Jack Daniels.. and the distillery - not to be missed!                                           A very interesting tour and a realisation why JD is so expensive, it travels through many processes before it ends up in the bottle. Did you know it is produced in a dry state??!!  Thanks to Jeannie who organised a private tasting session with the current distiller. The small town was an inspiring step back in time, along with the hillbillies, all who seem to own an 'ol 70s harley'

Nashville next and far from the heat of the deep south, we were all wrapped up and greeted with snow!     First messy night down at Coyote Ugly, were the girls strutted their stuff on the bar.

Day 4, onto Jackson, home of Casey Jones. The visit to the Rockabilly museum                 Was 'different' but very interesting, for some. Let in by 'ol Moses', who asked us to wait while he got us a guide, we started looking around what was no more than a church hall incircled with christmas lights with mismatched old chairs around the sides. Suprisingly some of the collection was priceless and often odd, including the defibrillator that was used to try and revive Elvis.  Even so, it had been visited by the likes of Mick Jagger, Presidents and more. The half of the club that wandered off to the local supermarket were soon keen to leave as the shopkeeper was preparing to chase a shoplifter, watched by all the locals who seem to be all buying suggar??!! The mind boggles. Evening was another great meal and more ribs for Ozzy. Helped on with the alcohol and the constant attention from locals who 'lurv yer accent', a couple of the girls were close to cradle snatching an accent from a young Sam Elliott. Yes he was lovely... but only 18! 

Enroute to Memphis we travelled off the main drag and witnessed the remanants of a tornado which had passed through two weeks earlier, very thought provoking.

We stayed at Heartbreak Hotel - tacky but great.  24 hour Elvis movies on the TV and pretty much 24 hour Elvis everything else. 

Graceland was smallerthan we imagined but just as he left it in the 70s.        Also for fans like some of us, it was all we wanted it to be. First night out was to an Elvis tribute show, with a little help with our smuggled in spirits, and the boys struggling with the gassy Bud, we soon became part of the show.            Good job we will never see some of those people again! By the end of the evening, he might well have been Elvis! Had a chat to a couple of Show Waddy Waddy who were also staying at the hotel.  Though I was 16 again! A visit to the original Sun Studios            was a must and always intriguing how much was achieved on the music scene in such a small cramped room. Managed to get ripped off in downtown Memphis by some thieving local who took money for parking, only to find it was free on Sundays! decided not to challenge as there were a lot of people giving us 'dark' looks and not sure what they could be carrying in their pockets. We were the minority! not many 'blues' bikers in Memphis. More ribs for Ozzy...

Week 2 and the flight down to Daytona bike week            and joined by 3 more of the club.  We had all by now put on a stone and were hardly recognisable.

Back to our previous haunt of Inn on the Beach, such a brilliant location but the Daytona buzz did not seem quite the same but we felt it was because they have stretched the event over a 10 mile area, which had diluted the atmosphere. More ribs for Ozzy..

We still had a good time and bought the Tshirt, although some managed to purchase larger items like handlebars and primaries or even a rolling chassis!! Saw Arlen Ness again, not that we are boasting but we also saw him in Vegas on the last trip.. oh such jetsetters.......

Final days and a long drive down to Miami, heading straight for the bar before unpacking.  Must a been tiredness, lack of food or the large shots that had us all tanked up extremely quickly. I've seen the pictures but don't remember swapping clothes!          The mainly French Canadian guests must have presumed that we were just typical British bikers but got us an invite to a party with free drink! Tried a quick visit to Miami Ink and it was closed!

Last day and checked out but hours to go before the flight, so we drove to the Everglades and a airboat ride with aligators finished the trip off.                         

.......And where next..........watch this space.