I woke to the sounds of the Tuckasegee river bubbling and crashing over rocks and fallen trees, just yards from my tent. It was still very early and only the glow of the rising sun over the mountains in the east illuminated my tent. It was cold and I was still tired from my late arrival the night before, but none of that was going to dampen my spirits because it was the start of the Classic Hondas on the Dragon weekend. CHD (Classic...
