I eased my new Yamaha to a halt on the quiet bridge over the Tugaloo River, stopping on the state line between South Carolina and Georgia. I followed the Blue Ridge Mountains down through the Carolinas all morning to explore this corner of the Peach State. There wasn’t much room next to the railing of the river crossing, but the rare passing pick-up truck didn’t seem to mind … [Read more...] about Three cylinders, three states
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Finding serenity: A ride to boost your mental health
It’s dark and raining. Nearly 333 miles into this trip, I’m 12 miles east of Suches, Georgia. As elevation increases, the rainy drizzle intermixes with fog, diminishing the usually excellent head lamp and fog lights to less than what my tired eyes need. Adding to the challenge, earlier rain and wind has stripped most of the already waning fall color from the trees, creating a … [Read more...] about Finding serenity: A ride to boost your mental health
To Helen and Back: A novice rider explores the North Georgia mountains
I knew the perfect road to introduce my new riding companion to a motorcycle tour across the Georgia mountains. The name even suited her perfectly — Warwoman Road. Zoe Kelly, a 39-year-old single mother and new rider, gave me a quizzical look when I suggested this road to begin a three-day Georgia road trip to Clayton, Helen, Hiawassee and the area’s collection of mountain … [Read more...] about To Helen and Back: A novice rider explores the North Georgia mountains
Notes from the road: Guidestones gone after bombing attack
In the last issue, we featured a travel story on a popular riding destination, the Georgia Guidestones in northeast Georgia. A few weeks later, an unidentified person detonated a bomb against one of the four main pillars, shattering it into rubble. Authorities in Georgia deemed the controversial and mysterious monument to be unstable and quickly smashed the remaining stones … [Read more...] about Notes from the road: Guidestones gone after bombing attack
The eggsanity of it all: A thousand miles and several diners in 24 hours
As riders, we’e always aware of road surfaces: Dry? Oily? Cracked? Tar-snaked? Pot-holed? We make these determinations in milliseconds. We don’t ponder the nature of pavement, but I do — or, at least that’s what I’m doing as I stand on the southbound lane of Interstate 81. In the rain. Surrounded by massive 18-wheelers. For four hours. Most of my mototravels seek out … [Read more...] about The eggsanity of it all: A thousand miles and several diners in 24 hours
