I came to Point Pleasant the way you often come into river towns, by riding on a road that follows a river on the left and a railroad on the right or vice-versa. In this case, West Virginia Route 62 had been ordinary for miles from outside of Charleston toward Poca, the home of the poca dots. Route 62 is a narrow gray ribbon through the north-eastern side of a Kanawha River … [Read more...] about The Shawnee, George Washington and the Mothman All Slept Here
“I Used To Have One:” Then and now, Honda CT70 & ST125
While tooling around town on my 1971 Honda Trail 70, I get a lot of comments. Folks praise the sight of the vintage bike, usually parked at the coffee shop or while filling up at gas stations. In traffic, I get a lot of thumbs-ups. People will often roll their windows down just to let me know they “used to have one of those.” It never gets old. And that’s one of the universal … [Read more...] about “I Used To Have One:” Then and now, Honda CT70 & ST125
The Chevy Chase Inn: The oldest bar in Lexington, Kentucky
With a sly grin rolling across his face, Kevin Heathcoat pointed to the top shelf of bourbon behind the counter at the Chevy Chase Inn, just above the old photographs and dusty trinkets adorning the wall. “That bourbon right there will ruin all bourbons for you after you taste it — it’s just that damn good,” Heathcoat, a co-owner of the inn, chuckled while watching the … [Read more...] about The Chevy Chase Inn: The oldest bar in Lexington, Kentucky
Partner Content: Visit Greater Summersville, West Virginia
A long weekend getaway rejuvenates and inspires, especially when the rugged beauty of the Mountain Lakes Region surrounds you. Sparkling clear Summersville Lake, West Virginia’s largest, is within six to eight hours’ drive of 60 percent of the urban U.S. population, making it the ideal one-tank trip. You’ll find the lake easily via the major interstates; this is your exit from … [Read more...] about Partner Content: Visit Greater Summersville, West Virginia
Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
There are towns that seem to have been waiting all these years for a motorcycle to arrive properly, and Marietta is one of them. On a warm summer morning, with Rose idling along Front Street, her Thunderstroke sending that slow floorboard pulse up through my boots, the place feels less like a stop and more like a beginning. The air smells of river water, hot brick and … [Read more...] about Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
