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Picture of “http://www.flickr.com/photos/7791881 @ N04/2343413269″> D.Clow – Maryland VendrediUne entréeS’est work, the fleet flight rose on Friday before a holiday weekend. Everyone cracks a smile out of the concrete and glass coffin of the work week now. The motorcycle is quickly gassed loaded, I leave Washington DC at three-thirty, vowing not to check the time for the rest of the adventure. Adventure, the American adventure of the open road, what I seek. The road, my cameras, and escape. Right off of 15 St. NW and I’m automobile the Washington Monument and the White House. Harleys and clones are already along the Mall for the annual Memorial remembrance that is Rolling Thunder. I’m soon over the bridge and on I-66 west. I intend to major roads where possible to avoid. As scenic byways to drab highways. 66 is a necessary evil to flee the DC metro area as quickly as possible. At the beginning is a good 66 quick run, for awhile anyway. Loads of Rolling Thunder riders are 66 in the east. I keep the ubiquitous two fingers on the side of the other bikers hello for a long time. In my experience, HD guys return the acknowledgment about 30-40% of the time. No big deal, some animosity between the different cultures of the bike there. Motor-ism two-wheel stereotypes. However with the Rolling Thunder guys there is a significant increase in response, perhaps due to a more just appreciation of other bikers, but a patriotic sharing of support and remembrance for those left behind, POW-MIA.Le traffic aggravates the 66 and I’m on a full HD dresser. Screaming Eagle patch worked with POW-MIA covers his vest and is topped by a “Run for the Wall” patch. I think a step back and we take the natural offset positioning of multiple coureurs.Après around 66 backup, stop-and-go, we strike a conversation staccato breaks in traffic. Where were you, where are you going, see the rain coming? I told him that I go to the mountains, Skyline Drive and West Virginia. Says he’s just there recently was in Washington for Rolling Thunder for the day and on Sunday in his new. License plate back, is obscured by luggage, so I’m not sure of their origin. Wear Later we split up and turn my thoughts. Friends of my parents, my dad was drafted for Vietnam. Luckily for us, he only went as far as Fort Hood, Texas, and came up with some good stories about life and army venturing into Mexico (at least the ones he shared with me.) I think of all the life which he has since lives, all his experiences and joys. Note that those who did not return gave up, lost, when they did not come home. Loss felt by those who loved them, families that have a name mur.La the rain sprinkling before Manassas. cool enough, but not enough to get you worried yet, at least a little. Whooooo. Then come the big drops. I walked on the ramp speed with utensils rain under the roof of the gas station. Finally, all go up and down and replaced POP sun and the rain stops. too funny. Now I have wet clothes on under the rain protection. Clothes .. now keep the rain out of the wind I dry my engine as more rain promised on the horizon This brings us to a point in the rain People always ask me. “What you want, when it’s raining and on the bike.” I simply say, “I get wet” Duh Rain riding has never bothered me on the straight road is no longer a big deal Give cushion to the cars in front of you when driving … .. Grandmother on ramps sortie.Mon turning point finally reached. Stop 66 W and 647, Crest Hill Rd in the plains, VA. Crest Hill Road is my first slice of paradise have the bike this weekend. I am glad that I took the zigzag line on the map as well put into practice in planning this trip. The road is still wet from the passing rain clouds, and I give a small rabbit and a squirrel, a near-death experience. My first of many animal crossings this weekend. The road is fantastic. A mixture of hills and tree-lined road that create tunnel canopies of the forest. Speed limit of 45 mph, 55-60 feels comfortable on most parts. Hold on to photograph a barn hill an eye on what I saw in my mind’s eye, lit by the sun breaking through the clouds and backed by the mountain vista. No luck on any of the barns actual placement, the mental image I fit formulé.Crest Hill Road and Fodderstack Rd is a long stretch. I take shots of a church and other buildings along Zachary Taylor Highway. Fodderstack are more of the same as Crest Hill, just a narrower road. Asphalt is my favorite variety, freshly laid. Washington, VA is a town of historic bed and breakfast. Local wineries appear to be an attraction here. Right after Washington the rain while I’m on the way to Sperryville. then there really begins to bottom, is a full on summer thunderstorm. Visibility down. Roads and parking lots soon resemble rivers. Raindrops variety of monsters explode on the pavement, and you know it hurts when they hit you. I quick soaking circuit Sperryville confirms there no local hotels. I’m waiting leaning in a barn shaped restaurant. My equipment is soaked with water on a bar stool and I occupy another. ago a few flying pigs about. The bartender me a hefeweizen, and recommends the Angus burger. Locally raised and grass fed, we exchange jokes about my not passing the burgers relatives on the way Pone panic about the beer. I have a rule when riding. This of a meal (best burger of the weekend!) Several cafés and the top entry journal.Quelque bar somewhere along the road to Crest Hill j ‘followed I decided to keep the cell for the weekend. Furthermore, no TV, newspapers, internet or e-mail sound like a good idea. Of course, I am now carefully avoiding eye contact with the two beautiful plasma above the barre.Entrée DeuxHazel River Inn, Culpepper, VA, has the coolest street side seating in the city.The downpour you can local Shady Farms bar in Sperryville and due to the lack of accommodation I quiz the bartender for options. While the other side of the mountain, the opposite side of Skyline Dr via 211 Luray with lots of motels, but I want to win the mountain in the morning. Waitress Culpepper points to the existence of a Holiday Inn, etcIntensifier outside the sun broke through the clouds again. enough for some shots of Shady Farms Restaurant and a bridge. Going down 522, the Sperryville Pike, I keep an eye out for photo ops to catch the next morning, when I will be back by redirection. Following the mantra of Dale Borgeson about tour riding in the U.S., I try to avoid large chain establishments, whether restaurants or hotels, and explore the variety of trades mom-and-pop. I have a dive-ish motel in mind, Culpepper comes through the hollow hotels Sleepy.Avant my arrival, I roll through downtown historic Culpepper. This is a cool place. Agricultural Shady bartender had recommended the Culpepper Thai restaurant. I see, but do not visit, still full meal earlier. Cameron Street Coffee looks like a place Ideally located in an old warehouse. Unfortunately their closed for the nuit.Douche and changed, room 102 at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel. I jump on the bike, refreshed and dry and ride through the warm night air back into the city. The coffee Hazel River Inn comes with a sweet fudge confection on the side. Fishing and Blackberry cobbler with vanilla sauce is divin.Le map reconfigured for this weekend is to shed. Discount concerns about employment, career, housing, and relationships. My motorcycle is therapeutic. 600cc This is Zoloft on two wheels. Distance morality. It was not supposed to be a solo run, and there are stretches where the feeling behind vacuum moi.Le cobbler is finished and I do, I can hear the sound of a band their sound check. beat the battery requires TroisJ’ai enquête.Entrée found Brown Bag Special in the cellar pub of the same restaurant I was in. On my way up to the door, the sound of the verification of floating up the stairs and directed my feet on special bag from. Brown opened the game as it should, with “I drink alone.” The Ol ‘man, Big Money, would have loved it. Drink only from big money blues trifecta started include “The Breeze” and “Mustang Sally”. Then they made the mistake a lot of bands make that a great lead guitarist. They let him sing. The guitarist karaoke sucked his way through a bit of Tom. It was therefore important to his singing that you enjoy is all the more for the relief they provided the guitar solo. Fortunately, the regular singer soon became his duties and the night went. Other good things about the band. Freebird Folsom Prison Blues Cheap Sunglasses “Do not you see, can not you see, what that woman, what she did to me,” Go now Sleepy Hollow Hotel with the ghost and shades of hookers and overdoses past bed mort.150 miles today. SamediEntrée Four Matin breeze on the Sleepy Hollow Hotel, a hot shower and I’m back on the bike. Rapid City that make Hazel Inn, then it’s back on the Sperryville Pike stop. More stops to capture some sights seen yesterday. Beauty pump. The cartoons of the open mouth are an accurate representation of the current gas cost and the pumps eating your portefeuille.Je not stop my daughter that her first car, college will be a hybrid. She thinks they are ugly. The bike is not so bad, around 40mpg on average. At about 180 miles on tripometer I’m starting to look for a refill, although I’ve avant.A quickly pushed it to 211 miles in Sperryville on 211 and up the mountain, Blue Ridge Mountains and Skyline Drive. At the top of the mountain I get the first bite of the twisties I really want. The fee at the gate to Skyline Drive is well worth the price. Great scenery and fantastic views. The only drawback is the 35-mph speed limit that is enforced by the guards parc.Je takes some self-portraits at Pollock Knob overlook. They are characterized in that with all the fun crawling and eager to be the camera timer, then trying a casual pose. I also broke out my old friend this trip, the Lubitel 166, a medium format, 120mm film camera dual lens. I’m like Jay-Z with this camera, I have to get it in one take. There is no digital review after the click for instant gratification. As a photographer colleague “Point, Push, and Pray”. I’m curious to see the results. Not that I digitally left behind. Carry two cameras, I’m a double threat analogue / numérique.Après self-portraits and some dead tree shots I’m about to pack back on the bike and leave when I meet the pastor and his wife. Look forward to to kill me with my camera and I return the favor with theirs. The flow of the conversation and in a moment a “small world”, it turns out that he. Hazel for the same family, the restaurant that I was in last night’s work has for his work from Monday to Friday I get a friendly “God bless” and I. Heading south on Skyline Drive I make several stops and take the cameras again at Big Meadow.Il is in the middle of a gnarled dead tree meadow. It was damaged by the fire at the base, either the result of a wild fire or perhaps a controlled burn done to maintain the field. I spot and shoot a few deer, they probably will not run because they are too far from my destination on the D100. I shoot a couple of shots of the tree with the D100 and then totally switch processes with the Lubitel. The picture setup with the Lubitel takes about a minute and a half. Manual zoom, ie, back and forth to the framing I want. Meter reading. Then seek treatment with the back of the box camera down look. It is amusing, but set up, change the pace and dynamics. Just one click though, hope I attrapé.C is a long but pleasant walk to the south end of Skyline Drive. Unless you really like slow cruising I would suggest picking which third of Skyline Drive you are in your journey and want to leave the rest. I leave the mountain and Waynesboro. Finding Mad Anthony coffee for a late breakfast. I hear it’s around noon. Italian Roast coffee is good, in fact, it will turn out to be the best coffee in his voyage.Un pleasures of traveling by motorcycle, it’s a matter of simple conversation. People ask where you come from, where you are traveling, ask about your bike, tell you’re about their bike or the one they wish they had. One of the peculiarities of these conversations is that if the person knows, even at a distance from anyone died on a motorcycle, they will be sure to share this fact with more details. These stories usually involve a deer, draw a car, or someone a corner too fast. The conversation goes something like this: Stranger “nice bike” You “my cousin Bob had a friend that hit a deer and died on his bike” “Thank you” stranger silence court.Vous “yeah, deer are dangerous, be careful,” I am not exaggerating not when I held variations on this conversation many times I say. Fortunately, this is not the conversation I have with the owner of Mad Anthony. He is a former sailing instructor who now finds the same release and clearing head on his motorcycle that he remembered about his voilier.Cela I used on the same wavelength – not so dynamic that occurs between sail boaters and power boaters, very similar to the Sports and quantity HD.Le owner is a coffee lover, we discuss roasting (my Italian roast roasted Wednesday this week just). We talk about the good and the evil of Starbucks. We agree that they roast their regular coffee, but I think their foo foo drinks are tasty. He has in his shop, the press and the Bodum empty coffee pot that I see my mother for x-mas. A shameless here, the Bodum vacuum coffee pot makes the best home coffee ever. It’s also an entertaining crowd pleaser, no blague.Laissant Waynesboro the plan was 340 northward to 33, then into Harrisonburg, VA (home of the Valley Mall and JMU). 340 proved to be boring so I jumped on 256, Port Republic Road, for a better ride to Harrisonburg. I do not know if the coffee wore off or if I was just tired. I stop Westover Park, pick a spot of grass, and take a good nap soleil.J ‘had my motorcycle bug by my stepfather transferred. My kindergarten year of school we moved right at the end of the school year. Instead noticed on the back of his Honda and was back to school and for the last month or two schools at this inopportune time my father turned to me. Even earlier than that I have a great photo of me in 1973-4 sitting on his chopper with him to have. Me in a diaper and him., With his long hippy hair The wild side of the Reverend effet.Rafraîchi my nap it’s back on 33 west. Title of the Shenandoah Valley and Rockingham County is more glorious twisty roads and the George Washington National Forest. GW is a beautiful tree canopy lined road with a river on one side. Franklin, WV is the destination, a return to the hotel Star.J ‘stayed at the Star a few years ago when they re-opened the historic Star Hotel. The owner, Steve Miller, is a large, friendly and conversational guy. I told him I would be back, but it was a few years older than I thought. Late lunch at the Star is pesto grilled chicken on ciabatta bread with roasted red peppers. This is not the kind of fare with West Virginia to be associated, but people have misperceptions about everywhere perceptions. Steve promises a prime rib later at dinner tonight mourir.Pour that there is no misunderstanding, unless the Sleepy Hollow Hotel was a dive is, the Star Hotel is a rêve.Dump speed into the back of the room on the bike for roaming around. I go back to a river road I walked down the road, Rock Gap explore. It is a matter of gravel and I’m a little bit again. Photo few shots on the river. A lower level there is a large cliff with a college-age kids gear after a day of climbing. I’ll try to stop back in tomorrow and some steps in climbing, as well as some fishing mouche.Je take a bottle of Barefoot Wine, Cabernet Sauvignon, and drop it with Steve on the star to keep for later. I will enjoy the bottle later today evening of the 3rd Floor porch. South of town I drive in some very secondary roads. I shoot an old decrepit cabin that would be Bobby Sargent’s alley. I put it in the metal folder for a possible future model location with the river spots I vu.Il a few stops on this little ride. Once for what appears to be a wild chicken, and then look down the middle of the road with a young deer. She is so shy and camera is turned off before I could get a chance. Sportbike probably is not the best promotion for nature photography. The judgments of the pavement and gravel begins, I motor. Rick & I once a day just to be on gravel roads, crisscrossing the back country around Cumberland, MD. So I am satisfied with the less than ideal roads. A few miles on the road dead ends at a pair of chicken houses (source of the wild ancestors of chickens, perhaps?) And I turn around and survey the valley I have crossed. I have to stop the bike and enjoy the scene. A picturesque farm is located in the corner of the valley to the hills. I meet some inquisitive cows, along with the farmer and his femme.Il seems that when you are in WV and you see a sign “snow removal ends here” that the suspects already deteriorating road conditions quickly and says soon pass a little more of a logging road similar. I motor switchback through some back country, no houses, no farms, just mountains, steep cliffs along the way, and bad gravel curves. The part that you goose bumps are the downhill corners where the road grade is slanted to the outside of the curve and below. Ouch I creep along where a four wheeler would be much more functional. Although I have tried in the straights. Pavement is coming back and I’m not sure my exact position. I follow the chicken farmers directions and soon discover myself back in Brandywine, intersecting the same stretch of 33 I rode on my way into the Franklin.Retour-star hotel, it’s a shower and fresh clothes before heading down for dinner. Downstairs I find the prime rib to be as good as promis.Entrée CinqComment is beautifully staged. Barefoot on the 3rd Floor patio, wine, and pain in the back genou.205 miles easier today the last 30 after arrival, only explorer.DimancheEntrée SixDépart early morning. I find no climbers at Rock Gap, unsure of the hours they keep. Out of Franklin had I seen on 33 west, looking for another squiggly line on a map. Bland Hill Road name is a misnomer. A unique country road road winding through German Valley. I had missed a few shots of German Valley from the 33 before Bland Hill. Now I find myself in the same situation as me through the streets haut.Les sections were taken in open pastures and I meet some cows standing in the road after rounding a curve. They are pleasant enough, if it was not in a hurry to cross, and do not mind posing for a photo or two before meandering on. People talk about the danger of hitting a deer, a cow would really ruin your day! Stop Bland Hill and down into the valley. I’m on the rock formation I had seen from the overlook previously. It’s not Seneca Rocks, but a formation of the same variety. I get a few pictures, then the German Valley Road. I always have to stay on the star, there is no real destination today. It relaxes as much as I like to stop. German Valley Road puts me at 33 W and not long after I did. Breakfast at the Valley View Restaurant Dale Borgeson warns of places that advertise home cooking, but that’s pretty much what you see in these regions. There are a lot of cars here and that’s usually a good since the food will be alright. Hell, even the Army could make a good breakfast. Everything works and it’s a hell of a thing for toast, two eggs, hash browns, bacon and cafe.de 33 I met 28 and turn the Smoke Hole Road, just because it’s there and looks interesting. Boy, what a find. The combination of a winding country road with nice wide smooth pavement road (gravel free in the corners). It’s great. Smoke Hole Road turns out to be about 28 from the Seneca Rocks National Forest to 220 run on the other side. West to east, it starts all curves and hills, then ends by winding along the south branch of the Potomac. There are lots of fly fishermen here enjoying the catch-and-release section of the rivière.Jusqu to 220 in St. Petersburg, I met the guys from Ducati to the gas station. We swap riding info and I’m soon on 42 north towards Mayville. Hang a left when I see a sign for Dolly Sods. I’m back on secondary roads and I soon pass the “snow” signals nor prophetic. It’s gravel the rest of the way up the mountain until it explodes’m really happy with today’s roads, as both Smoke Hole Road and Dolly Sods were projected over Dolly gazon.Je ‘discovered adventures. Skirt I’m making a little scratch Dolly Sod and enjoy the cliff top views. A fellow tourist snaps a shot for me I’m on the track, going the casual tourist and families. shot some more shots of the rock formations with both the digital camera. Do some more self-portraits. I can Sitting in the sun with the breeze cliff regularly relax and update this journal. enter SevenEh good travel companion if you have made it this far I’m impressed. thank you for your patience., the rest of the day was spent riding without incident. Crossroads, a little more fantastic., you still have to explore on par with Lewis & Clark to find rides in West Virginia. Just be curious in nature and are not afraid to think outside the box. Specify the numbered streets and take the road less traveled. Soon you in your own undiscovered country. Blah blah blah.Sur Dolly Sod and I find myself on 32 Rough calculations put the dirt road travel around 25 miles for the day. While we are on stats, here is the countdown of the route of today’s animals: 1 CoQ1 death renard2 vaches8 chipmunks7 vivante1 death.3 morts1 écureuil1 drop dead possums (imperceptibly) No deer redoutable1 chienJe led me today a rather nondescript map mountainhighlands.comLaissant Dolly Sod on 32 puts me started . in Dry Fork and back on familiar 33 west to Elkins I cruise around Elkins on the off chance I’ll run into a guy I know named Dallas All you need now to know about Dallas is the following:. I do not know once I gave his name to him a haircut with clippers dog grooming I know it works in a bike shop making choppers vous understand the chances of me find near zéro.Si your curiosity was not the first time I cut hair, but the first times with scissors dog. In Korea I cut in the latrine for a cut or for a 6 pack. everything was in the Army barter. We had a cook, you make a great custom birthday cake for a case of beer would or feed food to staggered the back of the chow hall at 3:00 when drunk in the city, to the promise of a future round to be bought. Korea stories could fill another revue.Quoi it is to Elkins and south to Beverly. Scott, if your this read you were on my mind as I went through town, never forgive, never oublier.Jusqu until now I was just trying to throw about the positive food experiences of the trip without having to write anywhere on the bus. C & J Beverly, however, barely functioning serves burgers and the vanilla shake was of the worst chemical prefab variety. There are some things that I put on myself is good vanilla ice cream., the others I’m picky about are beer, whiskey, steak, cheese steak , and coffee. It is so disappointing when something you usually enjoy turns out to nominale.Après C & J it’s 250 is 28, his heads back towards Seneca Rocks and Franklin., it is a good deal on the Monongahela National Forest. A street of scenic variety, with good twisty roads in the mountains and in the countryside. This type of road have become quite common here in West Virginia. Back in Seneca Rocks and 33 east into Franklin. I draw Seneca Rocks, the light is never right number can tell how I get on my lumière.Le star restaurant on Sunday, dagger is closed, so I go shower and head into Franklin. About Franklin, West Virginia. This is a nice little town, quiet and peaceful. No bars other than the VFW that I could see. Everyone I’ve met and spoken too has be pleasant, friendly and conversational, both Franklin and elsewhere in West Virginia. I’m sure There are a variety of characters much as anywhere, this is just my observation touristique.Suite the last level last night, I’ll have another vino from the Shell station. closed The Star is a dilemma that I am in need of a corkscrew (a borrowed the restaurants the night before). I go to the hotel, wine in hand, in front of the hotel, just a bit until I an old man sitting in the front to meet. I explain my situation, wine without access, and he says he’ll sell me a corkscrew. He goes into the house shortly with the necessary tools in hand back. I tell myself that I have to -4 or rent for one-time use. That proves unnecessary however, he says it to take, and keep it for future.La only need reservations for the hotel tonight, I’m like a ghost I glide through the halls. On the porch with my bottle of vino in hand. I have some cheap cigars I also picked up and there is nothing to do but relax and watch the sunset soleil.Ça was a great trip. A little lonely sometimes. Lack of someone to talk to surely let to the length of this journal. It was a trip to decided excursion to reflect. There was no great revelation or anything, just time to get to know you. The road gives you time to think. I know who I am and I love myself. I know what manque.Je am more tours in the future. This is definitely my favorite way to travel and vacation. Motorcycling is the way to parcourir.Demain I ‘Today my planned route is usually for the most scenic route home sinueux.Aujourd paths, Seven Juste 240 miles.LundiEntrée a short postscript. At 20 miles east of Washington DC, 66, jumped the chain of the bike., it is never easy.
motorcycle tours Memorial Day 06 (19) Picture of “http://www.flickr.com/photos/7791881 @ N04/2343403983″> D.Clow – Maryland VendrediUne Entrees’ est increased work, the fleet flight on the Friday before a holiday weekend. Everyone cracks a smile out of the concrete and glass coffin of the work week now. The motorcycle is quickly gassed loaded, I leave Washington DC at three-thirty, vowing not to check the time for the rest of the adventure. Adventure, the American adventure of the open road, what I seek. The road, my cameras, and escape. Right off of 15 St. NW and I’m automobile the Washington Monument and the White House. Harleys and clones are already along the Mall for the annual Memorial remembrance that is Rolling Thunder. I’m soon over the bridge and on I-66 west. I intend to major roads where possible to avoid. As scenic byways to drab highways. 66 is a necessary evil to flee the DC metro area as quickly as possible. At the beginning is a good 66 quick run, for awhile anyway. Loads of Rolling Thunder riders are 66 in the east. I keep the ubiquitous two fingers on the side of the other bikers hello for a long time. In my experience, HD guys return the acknowledgment about 30-40% of the time. No big deal, some animosity between the different cultures of the bike there. Motor-ism two-wheel stereotypes. However with the Rolling Thunder guys there is a significant increase in response, perhaps due to a more just appreciation of other bikers, but a patriotic sharing of support and remembrance for those left behind, POW-MIA.Le traffic aggravates the 66 and I’m on a full HD dresser. Screaming Eagle patch worked with POW-MIA covers his vest and is topped by a “Run for the Wall” patch. I think a step back and we take the natural offset positioning of multiple coureurs.Après around 66 backup, stop-and-go, we strike a conversation staccato breaks in traffic. Where were you, where are you going, see the rain coming? I told him that I go to the mountains, Skyline Drive and West Virginia. Says he’s just there recently was in Washington for Rolling Thunder for the day and on Sunday in his new. License plate back, is obscured by luggage, so I’m not sure of their origin. Wear Later we split up and turn my thoughts. Friends of my parents, my dad was drafted for Vietnam. Luckily for us, he only went as far as Fort Hood, Texas, and came up with some good stories about life and army venturing into Mexico (at least the ones he shared with me.) I think of all the life which he has since lives, all his experiences and joys. Note that those who did not return gave up, lost, when they did not come home. Loss felt by those who loved them, families that have a name mur.La the rain sprinkling before Manassas. cool enough, but not enough to get you worried yet, at least a little. Whooooo. Then come the big drops. I walked on the ramp speed with utensils rain under the roof of the gas station. Finally, all go up and down and replaced POP sun and the rain stops. too funny. Now I have wet clothes on under the rain protection. Clothes .. now keep the rain out of the wind I dry my engine as more rain promised on the horizon This brings us to a point in the rain People always ask me. “What you want, when it’s raining and on the bike.” I simply say, “I get wet” Duh Rain riding has never bothered me on the straight road is no longer a big deal Give cushion to the cars in front of you when driving … .. Grandmother on ramps sortie.Mon turning point finally reached. Stop 66 W and 647, Crest Hill Rd in the plains, VA. Crest Hill Road is my first slice of paradise have the bike this weekend. I am glad that I took the zigzag line on the map as well put into practice in planning this trip. The road is still wet from the passing rain clouds, and I give a small rabbit and a squirrel, a near-death experience. My first of many animal crossings this weekend. The road is fantastic. A mixture of hills and tree-lined road that create tunnel canopies of the forest. Speed limit of 45 mph, 55-60 feels comfortable on most parts. Hold on to photograph a barn hill an eye on what I saw in my mind’s eye, lit by the sun breaking through the clouds and backed by the mountain vista. No luck on any of the barns actual placement, the mental image I fit formulé.Crest Hill Road and Fodderstack Rd is a long stretch. I take shots of a church and other buildings along Zachary Taylor Highway. Fodderstack are more of the same as Crest Hill, just a narrower road. Asphalt is my favorite variety, freshly laid. Washington, VA is a town of historic bed and breakfast. Local wineries appear to be an attraction here. Right after Washington the rain while I’m on the way to Sperryville. then there really begins to bottom, is a full on summer thunderstorm. Visibility down. Roads and parking lots soon resemble rivers. Raindrops variety of monsters explode on the pavement, and you know it hurts when they hit you. I quick soaking circuit Sperryville confirms there no local hotels. I’m waiting leaning in a barn shaped restaurant. My equipment is soaked with water on a bar stool and I occupy another. ago a few flying pigs about. The bartender me a hefeweizen, and recommends the Angus burger. Locally raised and grass fed, we exchange jokes about my not passing the burgers relatives on the way Pone panic about the beer. I have a rule when riding. This of a meal (best burger of the weekend!) Several cafés and the top entry journal.Quelque bar somewhere along the road to Crest Hill j ‘followed I decided to keep the cell for the weekend. Furthermore, no TV, newspapers, internet or e-mail sound like a good idea. Of course, I am now carefully avoiding eye contact with the two beautiful plasma above the barre.Entrée DeuxHazel River Inn, Culpepper, VA, has the coolest street side seating in the city.The downpour you can local Shady Farms bar in Sperryville and due to the lack of accommodation I quiz the bartender for options. While the other side of the mountain, the opposite side of Skyline Dr via 211 Luray with lots of motels, but I want to win the mountain in the morning. Waitress Culpepper points to the existence of a Holiday Inn, etcIntensifier outside the sun broke through the clouds again. enough for some shots of Shady Farms Restaurant and a bridge. Going down 522, the Sperryville Pike, I keep an eye out for photo ops to catch the next morning, when I will be back by redirection. Following the mantra of Dale Borgeson about tour riding in the U.S., I try to avoid large chain establishments, whether restaurants or hotels, and explore the variety of trades mom-and-pop. I have a dive-ish motel in mind, Culpepper comes through the hollow hotels Sleepy.Avant my arrival, I roll through downtown historic Culpepper. This is a cool place. Agricultural Shady bartender had recommended the Culpepper Thai restaurant. I see, but do not visit, still full meal earlier. Cameron Street Coffee looks like a place Ideally located in an old warehouse. Unfortunately their closed for the nuit.Douche and changed, room 102 at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel. I jump on the bike, refreshed and dry and ride through the warm night air back into the city. The coffee Hazel River Inn comes with a sweet fudge confection on the side. Fishing and Blackberry cobbler with vanilla sauce is divin.Le map reconfigured for this weekend is to shed. Discount concerns about employment, career, housing, and relationships. My motorcycle is therapeutic. 600cc This is Zoloft on two wheels. Distance morality. It was not supposed to be a solo run, and there are stretches where the feeling behind vacuum moi.Le cobbler is finished and I do, I can hear the sound of a band their sound check. beat the battery requires TroisJ’ai enquête.Entrée found Brown Bag Special in the cellar pub of the same restaurant I was in. On my way up to the door, the sound of the verification of floating up the stairs and directed my feet on special bag from. Brown opened the game as it should, with “I drink alone.” The Ol ‘man, Big Money, would have loved it. Drink only from big money blues trifecta started include “The Breeze” and “Mustang Sally”. Then they made the mistake a lot of bands make that a great lead guitarist. They let him sing. The guitarist karaoke sucked his way through a bit of Tom. It was therefore important to his singing that you enjoy is all the more for the relief they provided the guitar solo. Fortunately, the regular singer soon became his duties and the night went. Other good things about the band. Freebird Folsom Prison Blues Cheap Sunglasses “Do not you see, can not you see, what that woman, what she did to me,” Go now Sleepy Hollow Hotel with the ghost and shades of hookers and overdoses past bed mort.150 miles today. SamediEntrée Four Matin breeze on the Sleepy Hollow Hotel, a hot shower and I’m back on the bike. Rapid City that make Hazel Inn, then it’s back on the Sperryville Pike stop. More stops to capture some sights seen yesterday. Beauty pump. The cartoons of the open mouth are an accurate representation of the current gas cost and the pumps eating your portefeuille.Je not stop my daughter that her first car, college will be a hybrid. She thinks they are ugly. The bike is not so bad, around 40mpg on average. At about 180 miles on tripometer I’m starting to look for a refill, although I’ve avant.A quickly pushed it to 211 miles in Sperryville on 211 and up the mountain, Blue Ridge Mountains and Skyline Drive. At the top of the mountain I get the first bite of the twisties I really want. The fee at the gate to Skyline Drive is well worth the price. Great scenery and fantastic views. The only drawback is the 35-mph speed limit that is enforced by the guards parc.Je takes some self-portraits at Pollock Knob overlook. They are characterized in that with all the fun crawling and eager to be the camera timer, then trying a casual pose. I also broke out my old friend this trip, the Lubitel 166, a medium format, 120mm film camera dual lens. I’m like Jay-Z with this camera, I have to get it in one take. There is no digital review after the click for instant gratification. As a photographer colleague “Point, Push, and Pray”. I’m curious to see the results. Not that I digitally left behind. Carry two cameras, I’m a double threat analogue / numérique.Après self-portraits and some dead tree shots I’m about to pack back on the bike and leave when I meet the pastor and his wife. Look forward to to kill me with my camera and I return the favor with theirs. The flow of the conversation and in a moment a “small world”, it turns out that he. Hazel for the same family, the restaurant that I was in last night’s work has for his work from Monday to Friday I get a friendly “God bless” and I. Heading south on Skyline Drive I make several stops and take the cameras again at Big Meadow.Il is in the middle of a gnarled dead tree meadow. It was damaged by the fire at the base, either the result of a wild fire or perhaps a controlled burn done to maintain the field. I spot and shoot a few deer, they probably will not run because they are too far from my destination on the D100. I shoot a couple of shots of the tree with the D100 and then totally switch processes with the Lubitel. The picture setup with the Lubitel takes about a minute and a half. Manual zoom, ie, back and forth to the framing I want. Meter reading. Then seek treatment with the back of the box camera down look. It is amusing, but set up, change the pace and dynamics. Just one click though, hope I attrapé.C is a long but pleasant walk to the south end of Skyline Drive. Unless you really like slow cruising I would suggest picking which third of Skyline Drive you are in your journey and want to leave the rest. I leave the mountain and Waynesboro. Finding Mad Anthony coffee for a late breakfast. I hear it’s around noon. Italian Roast coffee is good, in fact, it will turn out to be the best coffee in his voyage.Un pleasures of traveling by motorcycle, it’s a matter of simple conversation. People ask where you come from, where you are traveling, ask about your bike, tell you’re about their bike or the one they wish they had. One of the peculiarities of these conversations is that if the person knows, even at a distance from anyone died on a motorcycle, they will be sure to share this fact with more details. These stories usually involve a deer, draw a car, or someone a corner too fast. The conversation goes something like this: Stranger “nice bike” You “my cousin Bob had a friend that hit a deer and died on his bike” “Thank you” stranger silence court.Vous “yeah, deer are dangerous, be careful,” I am not exaggerating not when I held variations on this conversation many times I say. Fortunately, this is not the conversation I have with the owner of Mad Anthony. He is a former sailing instructor who now finds the same release and clearing head on his motorcycle that he remembered about his voilier.Cela I used on the same wavelength – not so dynamic that occurs between sail boaters and power boaters, very similar to the Sports and quantity HD.Le owner is a coffee lover, we discuss roasting (my Italian roast roasted Wednesday this week just). We talk about the good and the evil of Starbucks. We agree that they roast their regular coffee, but I think their foo foo drinks are tasty. He has in his shop, the press and the Bodum empty coffee pot that I see my mother for x-mas. A shameless here, the Bodum vacuum coffee pot makes the best home coffee ever. It’s also an entertaining crowd pleaser, no blague.Laissant Waynesboro the plan was 340 northward to 33, then into Harrisonburg, VA (home of the Valley Mall and JMU). 340 proved to be boring so I jumped on 256, Port Republic Road, for a better ride to Harrisonburg. I do not know if the coffee wore off or if I was just tired. I stop Westover Park, pick a spot of grass, and take a good nap soleil.J ‘had my motorcycle bug by my stepfather transferred. My kindergarten year of school we moved right at the end of the school year. Instead noticed on the back of his Honda and was back to school and for the last month or two schools at this inopportune time my father turned to me. Even earlier than that I have a great photo of me in 1973-4 sitting on his chopper with him to have. Me in a diaper and him., With his long hippy hair The wild side of the Reverend effet.Rafraîchi my nap it’s back on 33 west. Title of the Shenandoah Valley and Rockingham County is more glorious twisty roads and the George Washington National Forest. GW is a beautiful tree canopy lined road with a river on one side. Franklin, WV is the destination, a return to the hotel Star.J ‘stayed at the Star a few years ago when they re-opened the historic Star Hotel. The owner, Steve Miller, is a large, friendly and conversational guy. I told him I would be back, but it was a few years older than I thought. Late lunch at the Star is pesto grilled chicken on ciabatta bread with roasted red peppers. This is not the kind of fare with West Virginia to be associated, but people have misperceptions about everywhere perceptions. Steve promises a prime rib later at dinner tonight mourir.Pour that there is no misunderstanding, unless the Sleepy Hollow Hotel was a dive is, the Star Hotel is a rêve.Dump speed into the back of the room on the bike for roaming around. I go back to a river road I walked down the road, Rock Gap explore. It is a matter of gravel and I’m a little bit again. Photo few shots on the river. A lower level there is a large cliff with a college-age kids gear after a day of climbing. I’ll try to stop back in tomorrow and some steps in climbing, as well as some fishing mouche.Je take a bottle of Barefoot Wine, Cabernet Sauvignon, and drop it with Steve on the star to keep for later. I will enjoy the bottle later today evening of the 3rd Floor porch. South of town I drive in some very secondary roads. I shoot an old decrepit cabin that would be Bobby Sargent’s alley. I put it in the metal folder for a possible future model location with the river spots I vu.Il a few stops on this little ride. Once for what appears to be a wild chicken, and then look down the middle of the road with a young deer. She is so shy and camera is turned off before I could get a chance. Sportbike probably is not the best promotion for nature photography. The judgments of the pavement and gravel begins, I motor. Rick & I once a day just to be on gravel roads, crisscrossing the back country around Cumberland, MD. So I am satisfied with the less than ideal roads. A few miles on the road dead ends at a pair of chicken houses (source of the wild ancestors of chickens, perhaps?) And I turn around and survey the valley I have crossed. I have to stop the bike and enjoy the scene. A picturesque farm is located in the corner of the valley to the hills. I meet some inquisitive cows, along with the farmer and his femme.Il seems that when you are in WV and you see a sign “snow removal ends here” that the suspects already deteriorating road conditions quickly and says soon pass a little more of a logging road similar. I motor switchback through some back country, no houses, no farms, just mountains, steep cliffs along the way, and bad gravel curves. The part that you goose bumps are the downhill corners where the road grade is slanted to the outside of the curve and below. Ouch I creep along where a four wheeler would be much more functional. Although I have tried in the straights. Pavement is coming back and I’m not sure my exact position. I follow the chicken farmers directions and soon discover myself back in Brandywine, intersecting the same stretch of 33 I rode on my way into the Franklin.Retour-star hotel, it’s a shower and fresh clothes before heading down for dinner. Downstairs I find the prime rib to be as good as promis.Entrée CinqComment is beautifully staged. Barefoot on the 3rd Floor patio, wine, and pain in the back genou.205 miles easier today the last 30 after arrival, only explorer.DimancheEntrée SixDépart early morning. I find no climbers at Rock Gap, unsure of the hours they keep. Out of Franklin had I seen on 33 west, looking for another squiggly line on a map. Bland Hill Road name is a misnomer. A unique country road road winding through German Valley. I had missed a few shots of German Valley from the 33 before Bland Hill. Now I find myself in the same situation as me through the streets haut.Les sections were taken in open pastures and I meet some cows standing in the road after rounding a curve. They are pleasant enough, if it was not in a hurry to cross, and do not mind posing for a photo or two before meandering on. People talk about the danger of hitting a deer, a cow would really ruin your day! Stop Bland Hill and down into the valley. I’m on the rock formation I had seen from the overlook previously. It’s not Seneca Rocks, but a formation of the same variety. I get a few pictures, then the German Valley Road. I always have to stay on the star, there is no real destination today. It relaxes as much as I like to stop. German Valley Road puts me at 33 W and not long after I did. Breakfast at the Valley View Restaurant Dale Borgeson warns of places that advertise home cooking, but that’s pretty much what you see in these regions. There are a lot of cars here and that’s usually a good since the food will be alright. Hell, even the Army could make a good breakfast. Everything works and it’s a hell of a thing for toast, two eggs, hash browns, bacon and cafe.de 33 I met 28 and turn the Smoke Hole Road, just because it’s there and looks interesting. Boy, what a find. The combination of a winding country road with nice wide smooth pavement road (gravel free in the corners). It’s great. Smoke Hole Road turns out to be about 28 from the Seneca Rocks National Forest to 220 run on the other side. West to east, it starts all curves and hills, then ends by winding along the south branch of the Potomac. There are lots of fly fishermen here enjoying the catch-and-release section of the rivière.Jusqu to 220 in St. Petersburg, I met the guys from Ducati to the gas station. We swap riding info and I’m soon on 42 north towards Mayville. Hang a left when I see a sign for Dolly Sods. I’m back on secondary roads and I soon pass the “snow” signals nor prophetic. It’s gravel the rest of the way up the mountain until it explodes’m really happy with today’s roads, as both Smoke Hole Road and Dolly Sods were projected over Dolly gazon.Je ‘discovered adventures. Skirt I’m making a little scratch Dolly Sod and enjoy the cliff top views. A fellow tourist snaps a shot for me I’m on the track, going the casual tourist and families. shot some more shots of the rock formations with both the digital camera. Do some more self-portraits. I can Sitting in the sun with the breeze cliff regularly relax and update this journal. enter SevenEh good travel companion if you have made it this far I’m impressed. thank you for your patience., the rest of the day was spent riding without incident. Crossroads, a little more fantastic., you still have to explore on par with Lewis & Clark to find rides in West Virginia. Be simple in nature curious and are not afraid to think outside the box. Specify the numbered streets and take the road less traveled. Soon you in your own undiscovered country. Blah blah blah.Sur Dolly Sod and I find myself on 32 Rough calculations put the dirt road travel around 25 miles for the day. While we are on stats, here is the countdown of the route of today’s animals: 1 CoQ1 death renard2 vaches8 chipmunks7 vivante1 death.3 morts1 écureuil1 drop dead possums (imperceptibly) No deer redoutable1 chienJe led me today a rather nondescript map mountainhighlands.comLaissant Dolly Sod on 32 puts me started . in Dry Fork and back on familiar 33 west to Elkins I cruise around Elkins on the off chance I’ll run into a guy I know named Dallas All you need now to know about Dallas is the following:. I do not know once I gave his name to him a haircut with clippers dog grooming I know it works in a bike shop making choppers vous understand the chances of me find near zéro.Si your curiosity was not the first time I cut hair, but the first times with scissors dog. In Korea I cut in the latrine for a cut or for a 6 pack. everything was in the Army barter. We had a cook, you make a great custom birthday cake for a case of beer would or feed food to staggered the back of the chow hall at 3:00 when drunk in the city, to the promise of a future round to be bought. Korea stories could fill another revue.Quoi it is to Elkins and south to Beverly. Scott, if your this read you were on my mind as I went through town, never forgive, never oublier.Jusqu until now I was just trying to throw about the positive food experiences of the trip without having to write anywhere on the bus. C & J Beverly, however, barely functioning serves burgers and the vanilla shake was of the worst chemical prefab variety. There are some things that I put on myself is good vanilla ice cream., the others I’m picky about are beer, whiskey, steak, cheese steak , and coffee. It is so disappointing when something you usually enjoy turns out to nominale.Après C & J it’s 250 is 28, his heads back towards Seneca Rocks and Franklin., it is a good deal on the Monongahela National Forest. A street of scenic variety, with good twisty roads in the mountains and in the countryside. This type of road have become quite common here in West Virginia. Back in Seneca Rocks and 33 east into Franklin. I draw Seneca Rocks, the light is never right number can tell how I get on my lumière.Le star restaurant on Sunday, dagger is closed, so I go shower and head into Franklin. About Franklin, West Virginia. This is a nice little town, quiet and peaceful. No bars other than the VFW that I could see. Everyone I’ve met and spoken too has be pleasant, friendly and conversational, both Franklin and elsewhere in West Virginia. I’m sure There are a variety of characters much as anywhere, this is just my observation touristique.Suite the last level last night, I’ll have another vino from the Shell station. closed The Star is a dilemma that I am in need of a corkscrew (a borrowed the restaurants the night before). I go to the hotel, wine in hand, in front of the hotel, just a bit until I an old man sitting in the front to meet. I explain my situation, wine without access, and he says he’ll sell me a corkscrew. He goes into the house shortly with the necessary tools in hand back. I tell myself that I have to -4 or rent for one-time use. That proves unnecessary however, he says it to take, and keep it for future.La only need reservations for the hotel tonight, I’m like a ghost I glide through the halls. On the veranda of my wine bottle in his hand. had some cheap cigars I also I picked up and there is nothing to do but relax and watch the sunset soleil.Ça was a great trip. A little lonely sometimes. Lack of someone to talk to surely let to the length of this journal. It was a trip to decided excursion to reflect. There was no great revelation or anything, just time to get to know you. The road gives you time to think. I know who I am and I love myself. I know what manque.Je am more tours in the future. This is definitely my favorite way to travel and vacation. Motorcycling is the way to parcourir.Demain I ‘Today my planned route is usually for the most scenic route home sinueux.Aujourd paths, Seven Juste 240 miles.LundiEntrée a short postscript. At 20 miles east of Washington DC, 66, jumped the chain of the bike., it is never easy.
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