Appalachia

[pdedse]

Great "pre-west" trip! Your camping / tent set-up areas look clean, nicely done.

[Vic_imp]

Day 3

Woke up early, had my tea, and set off for The Dragon. The Canadians had filled my ear with all sorts of tales and legends of the road the whole night before, so it was with nervous excitement that I zipped along towards it. The air was crisp and clean, the foliage all along the road was bursting with vibrant color, the mountain streams were rushing along beside me, I was in a very, very good place this morning.

US 129 to Deals Gap is quite curvy with plenty of elevation change so I felt good and loosened up by time I got there. Went in to check out the store for a minute and use the restroom, and then back out to the bike to suit up. The lot was already pretty full of all sorts of bikes, mostly cruisers who appeared to have stayed at the inn overnight. As I was gearing up a swarm of high end sports cars came up highway 28 from Fontana Lake and turned north to head up the Dragon. One by one they screamed up the hill, Corvettes, Shelby Mustangs, imports, Porsches, you name it. The sound and imagery of that is burned in my memory forever.

Well, I suppose it’s my turn now. Making sure there wasn’t a squad of cars or bikes coming my way I pulled out of the lot and up the hill. The next 11 miles were honestly a blur, and I was so focused on just getting through it that I’m not even sure I enjoyed my first pass. I was told this might happen, and that every time you ride it it gets better. I do recall having a group of three cars come up behind me about halfway through, I pulled over to let them by, and they were gone instantly. The caliber of drivers and riders on that road is incredible. I also remember passing several photographers, which I was instructed not to look at no matter what, lest I want to end up running into them.

Finally made it down to the lake after what seemed like forever, took a quick breather, and turned around to do it again. This pass was much more fun, so my buddies were right so far. I remember dragging peg on a right hander harder than I ever have before, after that I took it a bit easier the rest of the way down. Made it back down the store for my obligatory t-shirt and photo with the Dragon, and headed out for some more incredible riding.








I took Highway 28 towards Fontana Dam/Lake which was stunning. And after the relentless hairpins on the Dragon, the perfectly sculpted sweepers and rhythmic flow of 28 was just what I needed. The air was still cool and crisp, the sun was out, the scenery was breathtaking, i was having the ride of my life. Took 28 all the way down to Franklin where it was about time for some lunch. Franklin is a super charming little town nestled in the hills, smiling faces everywhere you look and lots of cool little shops and restaurants. Grabbed a great burger and fries on the main strip, poked around a real nice outdoor store for a minute, and then headed for Highlands via Highway 64.

64 follows the Cullasaja River Gorge to Highlands. All of the riding I had done on day 3 had been the best I’d ever done, but this portion had to take the cake. The road snakes it’s way up the gorge with sheer rock walls to one side and the river valley wayyyy down below on the other side at times. Then the road will meet back up with the river for an up close and personal look at a 40–50 foot waterfall, a roaring white water section of the river, or just a nice scenic overlook. Lots of places to pull over and admire/dunk you head in the freezing crystal clear water. I got very few pictures of the gorge itself, it would have been far too risky to stop in the road for a picture as the twists and turns were tight and frequent.





Like most everywhere I went on this trip, the pictures don’t come close to doing any justice. Just gotta be there and feel it. Speaking of, I spent a good while standing behind that waterfall letting the mist spray all over me (you can see the tiny little people behind it for scale.) On a hot day like that it was incredibly invigorating.

Retraced my steps back up 64 to Franklin and started heading back west to my campground. More beautiful, flowing landscapes as far as the eye could see. It looked like it wanted to rain over Lake Santeelah where I was camped as I neared it so I stopped for some ice cream and waited to see what it would do. Turned out to be nothing so I made it back to camp nice and dry, ready for a nice meal and eager to regale my journey and slaying of the dragon over a few beers with my new buddies.



I hate to rank things such as that days ride, but if I had to it would be at the top of my all time list for sure.
Day 4

It was with much disappointment and reluctance that I had to pack up and start making my way back towards home in the morning. I would have loved nothing more than to spend a few more days, if not weeks, exploring that wonderful area and everything it has to offer. But I had work to get back to Monday morning (not for long hehehe and a whole lotta miles in between so off I went.

I knew I wanted to take another stab at Cherohala as my first pass on it was a bit of a let down and boy was I rewarded for it. The weather was absolutely perfect this morning, the traffic was nowhere to be seen, and I felt as if i had the road all to my self. I rode through more scenic areas on the trip, honestly most of the overlooks on Cherohala are not all that great IMO, especially compared to the BRP, but man was the riding good. I may have exceeded the posted speed limit a few times (alright more like the entire time) but I knew this was to be the last great road of the trip and I was not going to squander it. I was in the zone and vibing in a big way. Lots of hootin’ and hollerin’, yippin’ and yappin’ in my helmet, I was having a lot of fun. And on a fully loaded naked air cooled retro wonder machine to boot. Life was good.



The further from Tellico Plains I got, the more muted and bland the landscape became. I settled in and prepared for the long ride home. My tank was full of good vibes and awesome memories to last though so my spirits were high. I wanted to lay down some serious miles today so that I could have a nice easy last day getting home tomorrow. I was on a mission to reach the state park on Pickwick lake in southern Tennessee, which was only about 5 hours from home. I laid the hammer down and sped through the soft rolling farmland and heat. By time I reached the park it was nearing 5:00, my body was aching, my mind was shot, but I reached my goal and put 420 miles between point A and B that day. I was greeted by a “CAMP FULL” sign upon arrival.

The park staff was super friendly and kind, and luckily found a spot for me across the lake at a separate primitive campground which was more my speed anyway. My campsite for the night did not suck.



Hopping in the lake after that long hot ride made it all worth while. And knowing that I’d have an easy short ride tomorrow meant I could slow down for the first time the whole trip and relax a bit. Good beers were drank, a lovely lakeside fire was stared at, and a good nights sleep was had.

Really nice ride story and beautiful pictures! Nice!

[SportsterDoc]

Enjoyed ride report and pics.
For your forthcoming ride west, you should be OK without extra fuel.
The only place I ever needed it was the Extraterrestrial Highway

[GoldOxide_imp]

Daniel - that was quite the release. Most excellent!

[dbarkdoll_imp]

Day 5

Not much to speak of on the final day, good times were still had though.

Had a nice relaxed morning getting packed up which was awesome and a first for the trip. Set out from the lake and stopped for fuel on the way out, right behind me this guy in a ‘72 Chevelle pulls in.







This thing was immaculate, and sounded (and smelled) like a pro stock car. I just stood there mouth agape staring for a minute, the guy was looking at me probably not sure if I was all there, he’s like “how’s it goin?” and I’m just standing there nodding. Finally found my words and chatted with him for a while, he knew the CB1100 and worked at a Honda shop. He’s also got a XR650R (not the L), guys got good taste in motors. He was familiar with the Dragon and all the other spots I was at the day before, and informed me that this Chevelle makes 500 hp and 500 lb ft of torque. He didn’t seem like the embellishing type either. Anyway he left before me and proceeded to effortlessly roast the tires on the road out, also forever burned in my memory.

I chugged along on more divided highway home, listening to good tunes and reflecting on the last few days. I felt really good about my overall setup, just a few tweaks here and there before I head out west. The original Type 1 bars are definitely going back on, they’ll add a good deal of comfort for long days in the saddle for absolutely free. I’ll be purchasing some highway pegs as well. I’m a tall guy and my knees were pretty cranky the whole time on the highway, an easy fix tho. Still going back and forth on a windscreen, I always ride without one and the Street Shield I have buffets like crazy even after trimming it down, I’m leaning towards just leaving it as is. We’ll see. A few other small things packing wise, otherwise I’m feeling really good about going west.

As I was chugging along contemplating all of this I noticed a bike on the shoulder up ahead, guy on the phone next to it obviously in need of some help. I whip around and see what’s up, he tells me his rear went flat and asks if I’ve got plugs/air. I said yeah, let’s look at that tire first though. I think we found the puncture but it was a long, irregular slash in the tire that was pretty close to the sidewall, we both agreed it wasn’t gonna take a plug. Plus his bead was completely off, I really don’t think we woulda been able to get it reset. He was on the phone with a tow truck anyway the whole time so he was pretty set and not much i coulda done anyway. It was gonna be another 45 minutes before it got there though and the guy had literally nothing on him other than his jacket and phone so i went back to the nearest station and got him some water, it was HOT out and no shade around so it was the least I could do. This was in northern Mississippi and he said he was trying to get to Oklahoma, why he had no water/tools/anything i have no idea. He was on a Busa to be fair, maybe he thought if he rode fast enough he’d be able outride any trouble, lol.


The rest of the way home was very uneventful. More good tunes and hot weather and my new favorite interstate game which is to dart between the reflectors every time you change lanes, trying to avoid hitting them. Gives you something to do and helps with the monotony.

Made it back home at 3:00, gave my dog a big ol’ hug, woulda done the same to my girlfriend but she was out of town as well, and hung out with my buddy who was house/dog sitting for me. Got some tacos/beer (you picking up a theme here yet..?)/ice cream and relaxed. I was glad to be back but already thinking about the next trip. I think most people would feel very fulfilled and satisfied from a 5 day nonstop trip like this, I feel like I only got a small taste of what is to come and I’m ready for the whole enchilada. I think this is a good sign.

Much love, thank you for reading and I’ll try my best to reply to everyone.

[Blockhead_imp]

Superbly done Daniel...I really enjoyed your report.

[dbarkdoll_imp]

Superbly done Daniel...I really enjoyed your report.

Thank you so much, I’m glad to hear it

Enjoyed ride report and pics.
For your forthcoming ride west, you should be OK without extra fuel.
The only place I ever needed it was the Extraterrestrial Highway

I’m sure I’d be okay, a friend of mine just did a similar trip on his 2014 CB1100 and never ran out, I’m just the worrying type. I’d rather do all my worrying and preventative planning at home though instead of out on the road.

Day 3

Woke up early, had my tea, and set off for The Dragon. The Canadians had filled my ear with all sorts of tales and legends of the road the whole night before, so it was with nervous excitement that I zipped along towards it. The air was crisp and clean, the foliage all along the road was bursting with vibrant color, the mountain streams were rushing along beside me, I was in a very, very good place this morning.

US 129 to Deals Gap is quite curvy with plenty of elevation change so I felt good and loosened up by time I got there. Went in to check out the store for a minute and use the restroom, and then back out to the bike to suit up. The lot was already pretty full of all sorts of bikes, mostly cruisers who appeared to have stayed at the inn overnight. As I was gearing up a swarm of high end sports cars came up highway 28 from Fontana Lake and turned north to head up the Dragon. One by one they screamed up the hill, Corvettes, Shelby Mustangs, imports, Porsches, you name it. The sound and imagery of that is burned in my memory forever.

Well, I suppose it’s my turn now. Making sure there wasn’t a squad of cars or bikes coming my way I pulled out of the lot and up the hill. The next 11 miles were honestly a blur, and I was so focused on just getting through it that I’m not even sure I enjoyed my first pass. I was told this might happen, and that every time you ride it it gets better. I do recall having a group of three cars come up behind me about halfway through, I pulled over to let them by, and they were gone instantly. The caliber of drivers and riders on that road is incredible. I also remember passing several photographers, which I was instructed not to look at no matter what, lest I want to end up running into them.

Finally made it down to the lake after what seemed like forever, took a quick breather, and turned around to do it again. This pass was much more fun, so my buddies were right so far. I remember dragging peg on a right hander harder than I ever have before, after that I took it a bit easier the rest of the way down. Made it back down the store for my obligatory t-shirt and photo with the Dragon, and headed out for some more incredible riding.








I took Highway 28 towards Fontana Dam/Lake which was stunning. And after the relentless hairpins on the Dragon, the perfectly sculpted sweepers and rhythmic flow of 28 was just what I needed. The air was still cool and crisp, the sun was out, the scenery was breathtaking, i was having the ride of my life. Took 28 all the way down to Franklin where it was about time for some lunch. Franklin is a super charming little town nestled in the hills, smiling faces everywhere you look and lots of cool little shops and restaurants. Grabbed a great burger and fries on the main strip, poked around a real nice outdoor store for a minute, and then headed for Highlands via Highway 64.

64 follows the Cullasaja River Gorge to Highlands. All of the riding I had done on day 3 had been the best I’d ever done, but this portion had to take the cake. The road snakes it’s way up the gorge with sheer rock walls to one side and the river valley wayyyy down below on the other side at times. Then the road will meet back up with the river for an up close and personal look at a 40–50 foot waterfall, a roaring white water section of the river, or just a nice scenic overlook. Lots of places to pull over and admire/dunk you head in the freezing crystal clear water. I got very few pictures of the gorge itself, it would have been far too risky to stop in the road for a picture as the twists and turns were tight and frequent.





Like most everywhere I went on this trip, the pictures don’t come close to doing any justice. Just gotta be there and feel it. Speaking of, I spent a good while standing behind that waterfall letting the mist spray all over me (you can see the tiny little people behind it for scale.) On a hot day like that it was incredibly invigorating.

Retraced my steps back up 64 to Franklin and started heading back west to my campground. More beautiful, flowing landscapes as far as the eye could see. It looked like it wanted to rain over Lake Santeelah where I was camped as I neared it so I stopped for some ice cream and waited to see what it would do. Turned out to be nothing so I made it back to camp nice and dry, ready for a nice meal and eager to regale my journey and slaying of the dragon over a few beers with my new buddies.



I hate to rank things such as that days ride, but if I had to it would be at the top of my all time list for sure.
Day 4

It was with much disappointment and reluctance that I had to pack up and start making my way back towards home in the morning. I would have loved nothing more than to spend a few more days, if not weeks, exploring that wonderful area and everything it has to offer. But I had work to get back to Monday morning (not for long hehehe and a whole lotta miles in between so off I went.

I knew I wanted to take another stab at Cherohala as my first pass on it was a bit of a let down and boy was I rewarded for it. The weather was absolutely perfect this morning, the traffic was nowhere to be seen, and I felt as if i had the road all to my self. I rode through more scenic areas on the trip, honestly most of the overlooks on Cherohala are not all that great IMO, especially compared to the BRP, but man was the riding good. I may have exceeded the posted speed limit a few times (alright more like the entire time) but I knew this was to be the last great road of the trip and I was not going to squander it. I was in the zone and vibing in a big way. Lots of hootin’ and hollerin’, yippin’ and yappin’ in my helmet, I was having a lot of fun. And on a fully loaded naked air cooled retro wonder machine to boot. Life was good.



The further from Tellico Plains I got, the more muted and bland the landscape became. I settled in and prepared for the long ride home. My tank was full of good vibes and awesome memories to last though so my spirits were high. I wanted to lay down some serious miles today so that I could have a nice easy last day getting home tomorrow. I was on a mission to reach the state park on Pickwick lake in southern Tennessee, which was only about 5 hours from home. I laid the hammer down and sped through the soft rolling farmland and heat. By time I reached the park it was nearing 5:00, my body was aching, my mind was shot, but I reached my goal and put 420 miles between point A and B that day. I was greeted by a “CAMP FULL” sign upon arrival.

The park staff was super friendly and kind, and luckily found a spot for me across the lake at a separate primitive campground which was more my speed anyway. My campsite for the night did not suck.



Hopping in the lake after that long hot ride made it all worth while. And knowing that I’d have an easy short ride tomorrow meant I could slow down for the first time the whole trip and relax a bit. Good beers were drank, a lovely lakeside fire was stared at, and a good nights sleep was had.

Really nice ride story and beautiful pictures! Nice!

Really nice ride story and beautiful pictures! Nice!
Thanks so much. Glad you like the pics, I’m considering bringing along an actual camera, the phone is so convenient and already there tho. But I know a dedicated camera would take much better photos and maybe bring a bit more justice to the scenery.

Day 3

Woke up early, had my tea, and set off for The Dragon. The Canadians had filled my ear with all sorts of tales and legends of the road the whole night before, so it was with nervous excitement that I zipped along towards it. The air was crisp and clean, the foliage all along the road was bursting with vibrant color, the mountain streams were rushing along beside me, I was in a very, very good place this morning.

US 129 to Deals Gap is quite curvy with plenty of elevation change so I felt good and loosened up by time I got there. Went in to check out the store for a minute and use the restroom, and then back out to the bike to suit up. The lot was already pretty full of all sorts of bikes, mostly cruisers who appeared to have stayed at the inn overnight. As I was gearing up a swarm of high end sports cars came up highway 28 from Fontana Lake and turned north to head up the Dragon. One by one they screamed up the hill, Corvettes, Shelby Mustangs, imports, Porsches, you name it. The sound and imagery of that is burned in my memory forever.

Well, I suppose it’s my turn now. Making sure there wasn’t a squad of cars or bikes coming my way I pulled out of the lot and up the hill. The next 11 miles were honestly a blur, and I was so focused on just getting through it that I’m not even sure I enjoyed my first pass. I was told this might happen, and that every time you ride it it gets better. I do recall having a group of three cars come up behind me about halfway through, I pulled over to let them by, and they were gone instantly. The caliber of drivers and riders on that road is incredible. I also remember passing several photographers, which I was instructed not to look at no matter what, lest I want to end up running into them.

Finally made it down to the lake after what seemed like forever, took a quick breather, and turned around to do it again. This pass was much more fun, so my buddies were right so far. I remember dragging peg on a right hander harder than I ever have before, after that I took it a bit easier the rest of the way down. Made it back down the store for my obligatory t-shirt and photo with the Dragon, and headed out for some more incredible riding.








I took Highway 28 towards Fontana Dam/Lake which was stunning. And after the relentless hairpins on the Dragon, the perfectly sculpted sweepers and rhythmic flow of 28 was just what I needed. The air was still cool and crisp, the sun was out, the scenery was breathtaking, i was having the ride of my life. Took 28 all the way down to Franklin where it was about time for some lunch. Franklin is a super charming little town nestled in the hills, smiling faces everywhere you look and lots of cool little shops and restaurants. Grabbed a great burger and fries on the main strip, poked around a real nice outdoor store for a minute, and then headed for Highlands via Highway 64.

64 follows the Cullasaja River Gorge to Highlands. All of the riding I had done on day 3 had been the best I’d ever done, but this portion had to take the cake. The road snakes it’s way up the gorge with sheer rock walls to one side and the river valley wayyyy down below on the other side at times. Then the road will meet back up with the river for an up close and personal look at a 40–50 foot waterfall, a roaring white water section of the river, or just a nice scenic overlook. Lots of places to pull over and admire/dunk you head in the freezing crystal clear water. I got very few pictures of the gorge itself, it would have been far too risky to stop in the road for a picture as the twists and turns were tight and frequent.





Like most everywhere I went on this trip, the pictures don’t come close to doing any justice. Just gotta be there and feel it. Speaking of, I spent a good while standing behind that waterfall letting the mist spray all over me (you can see the tiny little people behind it for scale.) On a hot day like that it was incredibly invigorating.

Retraced my steps back up 64 to Franklin and started heading back west to my campground. More beautiful, flowing landscapes as far as the eye could see. It looked like it wanted to rain over Lake Santeelah where I was camped as I neared it so I stopped for some ice cream and waited to see what it would do. Turned out to be nothing so I made it back to camp nice and dry, ready for a nice meal and eager to regale my journey and slaying of the dragon over a few beers with my new buddies.



I hate to rank things such as that days ride, but if I had to it would be at the top of my all time list for sure.
Day 4

It was with much disappointment and reluctance that I had to pack up and start making my way back towards home in the morning. I would have loved nothing more than to spend a few more days, if not weeks, exploring that wonderful area and everything it has to offer. But I had work to get back to Monday morning (not for long hehehe and a whole lotta miles in between so off I went.

I knew I wanted to take another stab at Cherohala as my first pass on it was a bit of a let down and boy was I rewarded for it. The weather was absolutely perfect this morning, the traffic was nowhere to be seen, and I felt as if i had the road all to my self. I rode through more scenic areas on the trip, honestly most of the overlooks on Cherohala are not all that great IMO, especially compared to the BRP, but man was the riding good. I may have exceeded the posted speed limit a few times (alright more like the entire time) but I knew this was to be the last great road of the trip and I was not going to squander it. I was in the zone and vibing in a big way. Lots of hootin’ and hollerin’, yippin’ and yappin’ in my helmet, I was having a lot of fun. And on a fully loaded naked air cooled retro wonder machine to boot. Life was good.



The further from Tellico Plains I got, the more muted and bland the landscape became. I settled in and prepared for the long ride home. My tank was full of good vibes and awesome memories to last though so my spirits were high. I wanted to lay down some serious miles today so that I could have a nice easy last day getting home tomorrow. I was on a mission to reach the state park on Pickwick lake in southern Tennessee, which was only about 5 hours from home. I laid the hammer down and sped through the soft rolling farmland and heat. By time I reached the park it was nearing 5:00, my body was aching, my mind was shot, but I reached my goal and put 420 miles between point A and B that day. I was greeted by a “CAMP FULL” sign upon arrival.

The park staff was super friendly and kind, and luckily found a spot for me across the lake at a separate primitive campground which was more my speed anyway. My campsite for the night did not suck.



Hopping in the lake after that long hot ride made it all worth while. And knowing that I’d have an easy short ride tomorrow meant I could slow down for the first time the whole trip and relax a bit. Good beers were drank, a lovely lakeside fire was stared at, and a good nights sleep was had.

Really nice ride story and beautiful pictures! Nice!

Really nice ride story and beautiful pictures! Nice!
Thanks so much. Glad you like the pics, I’m considering bringing along an actual camera, the phone is so convenient and already there tho. But I know a dedicated camera would take much better photos and maybe bring a bit more justice to the scenery.

[the Ferret]

What a nice trip dbarkdoll. Yes a good primer for a western trip, which is just an expanded version of what you just did. Expanded flats ( the plains) and expanded mountains ( the Rockies). If you can live with yourself, the brief encounters with others you have along the way, and endure what mother nature throws at you, you can be a content motorcycle traveler.

[SportsterDoc]

Day 5

Not much to speak of on the final day, good times were still had though.

Had a nice relaxed morning getting packed up which was awesome and a first for the trip. Set out from the lake and stopped for fuel on the way out, right behind me this guy in a ‘72 Chevelle pulls in.







This thing was immaculate, and sounded (and smelled) like a pro stock car. I just stood there mouth agape staring for a minute, the guy was looking at me probably not sure if I was all there, he’s like “how’s it goin?” and I’m just standing there nodding. Finally found my words and chatted with him for a while, he knew the CB1100 and worked at a Honda shop. He’s also got a XR650R (not the L), guys got good taste in motors. He was familiar with the Dragon and all the other spots I was at the day before, and informed me that this Chevelle makes 500 hp and 500 lb ft of torque. He didn’t seem like the embellishing type either. Anyway he left before me and proceeded to effortlessly roast the tires on the road out, also forever burned in my memory.

I chugged along on more divided highway home, listening to good tunes and reflecting on the last few days. I felt really good about my overall setup, just a few tweaks here and there before I head out west. The original Type 1 bars are definitely going back on, they’ll add a good deal of comfort for long days in the saddle for absolutely free. I’ll be purchasing some highway pegs as well. I’m a tall guy and my knees were pretty cranky the whole time on the highway, an easy fix tho. Still going back and forth on a windscreen, I always ride without one and the Street Shield I have buffets like crazy even after trimming it down, I’m leaning towards just leaving it as is. We’ll see. A few other small things packing wise, otherwise I’m feeling really good about going west.

As I was chugging along contemplating all of this I noticed a bike on the shoulder up ahead, guy on the phone next to it obviously in need of some help. I whip around and see what’s up, he tells me his rear went flat and asks if I’ve got plugs/air. I said yeah, let’s look at that tire first though. I think we found the puncture but it was a long, irregular slash in the tire that was pretty close to the sidewall, we both agreed it wasn’t gonna take a plug. Plus his bead was completely off, I really don’t think we woulda been able to get it reset. He was on the phone with a tow truck anyway the whole time so he was pretty set and not much i coulda done anyway. It was gonna be another 45 minutes before it got there though and the guy had literally nothing on him other than his jacket and phone so i went back to the nearest station and got him some water, it was HOT out and no shade around so it was the least I could do. This was in northern Mississippi and he said he was trying to get to Oklahoma, why he had no water/tools/anything i have no idea. He was on a Busa to be fair, maybe he thought if he rode fast enough he’d be able outride any trouble, lol.


The rest of the way home was very uneventful. More good tunes and hot weather and my new favorite interstate game which is to dart between the reflectors every time you change lanes, trying to avoid hitting them. Gives you something to do and helps with the monotony.

Made it back home at 3:00, gave my dog a big ol’ hug, woulda done the same to my girlfriend but she was out of town as well, and hung out with my buddy who was house/dog sitting for me. Got some tacos/beer (you picking up a theme here yet..?)/ice cream and relaxed. I was glad to be back but already thinking about the next trip. I think most people would feel very fulfilled and satisfied from a 5 day nonstop trip like this, I feel like I only got a small taste of what is to come and I’m ready for the whole enchilada. I think this is a good sign.

Much love, thank you for reading and I’ll try my best to reply to everyone.

Sanitary!...and nostalgic.

I bought a 71 a week after getting married.
Burnt orange
Kept it for 6 years, until the family outgrew it.

[dogjaw_imp]

Great writing and photography! I'm proud to call you friend... as soon as I get this dang cast off of my leg, we need to go hit the Ozarks with Charlie, if we can fit it in before you head west!

Did you ever feel like you needed any wind protection?

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