frenchy750
08-05-2008, 07:45 PM
After the WWE shows in Washington DC and Hershey, the second part of my epic ride began. My girlfriend Sleeping Beauty (aka Fiona) planned to fly to Baltimore and join me on a three day meander down to Knoxville, but her flight didn't arrive until later that night. I had some time to kill. Looking at my map, I realized that Hershey is pretty close to York, which is the home of Harley Davidson's Vehicle Operations plant. Suddenly, I had a pretty good idea how to kill some of that time.
I'd ride my Yamaha sport bike to the HOG factory. Naturally.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316830_X3unZ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316830_X3unZ-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345351127_kbiMZ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345351127_kbiMZ-L.jpg)
Is this a faux pas?
My friend Pat accompanied me, but not on my bike. He drove a rental car, though this sidecar rig would've worked just as well.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317764_AeWFz-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317764_AeWFz-L.jpg)
This is definitely a faux pas.
After taking the Vehicle Operations plant tour - which I highly recommend - and watching the workers of The Motor Company assemble big touring Harley Davidsons, I walked out to the motorcycle parking lot and was shocked to find Rain Cloud Follows hadn't been kicked over. Surprising, considering I parked my Japanese sport tourer in the middle of about fifty of York's finest examples of American motorcycle workmanship. I had more time to kill, so I decided to head over to Gettysburg for a National Park Passport stamp.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316853_QbSXm-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316853_QbSXm-L.jpg)
I saw this on the road heading to Gettysburg. The Battle of Gettysburg in 1863 is considered the turning point of the Civil War. General Robert E. Lee and the Confederate army might not have been stopped in Gettysburg if they had a few of these babies in the arsenal.
The rain clouds found me and Rain Cloud Follows once again, and I endured some incredibly hard, driving, pelting, stinging, painful, awful rain. Slowed by the weather but undeterred, I headed over to my friend John's house to hang out and ride ATV's with him and his son Dane.
Later that night I picked up Fiona at the airport, and we rode to the hotel, located in Baltimore's Inner Harbor area. We enjoyed Fell's Point, a row of trendy pubs and restaurants. In fact we enjoyed it far too much, far too late into night, but since we didn't have a long ride ahead the next day, it was OK. It felt good to stay out late and enjoy some fine adult beverages. It felt better to sleep in the next morning. Richmond, 142 miles away, was that night's destination.
Why Richmond? Simple. It was the closest city with a movie theater playing Long Way Down, the adventure film featuring Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman riding their BMW motorcycle from Scotland to Capetown. It felt somehow right to have ridden down from Baltimore to see the movie. We joined a theater full of motorcyclists and enjoyed the movie very much.
http://bp2.blogger.com/_gSunODH2vBs/SJjMjFJsOEI/AAAAAAAAChk/YULlaF-zZ5A/s400/photo.jpg (http://bp2.blogger.com/_gSunODH2vBs/SJjMjFJsOEI/AAAAAAAAChk/YULlaF-zZ5A/s1600-h/photo.jpg)
Richmond Theater Parking Lot
The next morning we rode the excellent, curvy and scenic Blue Ridge Parkway, one of my favorite roads. On my first long motorcycle trip, way back in 1873 I rode the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was nice to be back on this fantastic road once again.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316900_urbvW-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316900_urbvW-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316874_9Vz8r-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316874_9Vz8r-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345934503_9cTBY-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345934503_9cTBY-L.jpg)
I love this sign. Every time I pass it, it cracks me up. The funniest thing? The curve isn't sudden, or all that bad.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316960_AxngD-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316960_AxngD-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316922_kFTtW-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316922_kFTtW-L.jpg)
Actually, now that i think about it, the funniest thing is nobody has shot this sign full of bullet holes.
We stopped at a little restaurant for lunch, and had a pretty weird experience. First, the waitress came to our table, stared at Fiona and said, "You look just like my cousin." Then she just stood and sstared at Fiona, for so long it seemed she was waiting for Fiona to admit she actually was her cousin or something. When that didn't happen, the waitress kept standing and staring for an uncomfortably long time before taking our order.
While waiting for our weird waitress to return with our lunch, a scraggly, bearded man with his elderly mother walked in, and he stared at Fiona with a strange look in his eyes the whole way to his table. He continued to stare a hole through her after they sat down. We both were a bit put off by this guy who never took his eye off Fiona, so we wolfed lunch down pretty quickly and left.
Once outside, we noticed the bearded stalker followed us. He stopped at his car, opened the trunk and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. While we returned the favor and stared at him, he proceeded to - I am not making this up - tear off the handle of the bag and floss his teeth with it. I waited for the banjo music to start as Weird Beard stood there flossing and eyeballing us, eyeballing us and flossing. Five long, strange minutes passed this way; then we got on the bike and left.
Fortunately the banjos never started, and Weird Beard the Bag Flosser didn't follow us.
We continued ambling down the Blue Ridge for about two hundred miles, turning off this excellent road only because the sun began to set.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317144_U9Cdb-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317144_U9Cdb-L.jpg)
This is actually a picture of sunrise the next morning, but oh well...
Fiona had a flight home from Knoxville the following afternoon. We took the advice of a local man and found some fantastic roads that led us to Knoxville.
I stayed with my friends Jason and Tina that night. Jason and Tina work for the WWE as well, and were perfect and gracious southern hosts. Of course they didn't know that I'd claimed their home state - now known as Tennessee Island - earlier in the day.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316993_XFnAN-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316993_XFnAN-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317067_YrNdt-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317067_YrNdt-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317035_iw3dS-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317035_iw3dS-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317105_FJRKh-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317105_FJRKh-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317130_gJ4mQ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317130_gJ4mQ-L.jpg)
I probably would have had to sleep outside had they known.
The next morning, Jason rolled his shiny Honda VTX1800 out of the garage, and we went for a nice, long tour of the twisty and picturesque backroads of the newly claimed Tennessee Island.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317184_oDrb5-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317184_oDrb5-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317212_KcnBf-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317212_KcnBf-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317237_HGdKf-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317237_HGdKf-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345356456_74cVX-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345356456_74cVX-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317325_6oYNu-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317325_6oYNu-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317364_3wBJm-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317364_3wBJm-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317308_hTYtw-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317308_hTYtw-L.jpg)
I managed to get a few decent shots of our ride, a lot of lousy shots, and as always, some excellent views of Rain Cloud Follows dashboard.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935038_pe7L7-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935038_pe7L7-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935069_inSRQ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935069_inSRQ-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935077_acvB2-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935077_acvB2-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985532_uvs9W-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985532_uvs9W-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985542_QwBtp-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985542_QwBtp-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985571_JvtW3-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985571_JvtW3-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985624_eSWFq-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985624_eSWFq-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317345_7yZXP-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317345_7yZXP-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317439_TB3w5-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317439_TB3w5-L.jpg)
Before heading back to the house, we stopped at Norris Dam. The dam was completed in March of 1936, constructed at a cost of $36 million. Approximately 2,900 families were relocated from reservoir lands during the construction. Jason told me that the land that is now a lake used to be farmland, until the government decided to build a dam, and told the farmers they better move. There are still entire farmhouses at the bottom, a scuba diver's paradise.
But there was no time for scuba diving, because my riding buddy Dark Meat Snack (aka Abi) left Orlando on his new Concours early that morning, and we expected him to arrive in Knoxville soon.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317477_P8PJ7-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317477_P8PJ7-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317506_dsb2P-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317506_dsb2P-L.jpg)
We weren't in enough of a hurry to meet Dark Meat Snack to take highway, however. There are just too many good side roads in Tennessee to justify doing that.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935052_UZzGX-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935052_UZzGX-L.jpg)
Abi beat us to the house, finishing 660 miles in a little under twelve hours. Oh well. I do have to say that new bike of his is one SWEET ride!!
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/350662003_yi9mk-L.jpg
After our show finishes tonight, we're staying in Knoxville this week to ride more great roads and hide out in a mountain cabin, then heading to Richmond and Norfolk for more WWE fun, before attempting another country crossing in September.
More to follow...
I'd ride my Yamaha sport bike to the HOG factory. Naturally.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316830_X3unZ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316830_X3unZ-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345351127_kbiMZ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345351127_kbiMZ-L.jpg)
Is this a faux pas?
My friend Pat accompanied me, but not on my bike. He drove a rental car, though this sidecar rig would've worked just as well.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317764_AeWFz-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317764_AeWFz-L.jpg)
This is definitely a faux pas.
After taking the Vehicle Operations plant tour - which I highly recommend - and watching the workers of The Motor Company assemble big touring Harley Davidsons, I walked out to the motorcycle parking lot and was shocked to find Rain Cloud Follows hadn't been kicked over. Surprising, considering I parked my Japanese sport tourer in the middle of about fifty of York's finest examples of American motorcycle workmanship. I had more time to kill, so I decided to head over to Gettysburg for a National Park Passport stamp.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316853_QbSXm-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316853_QbSXm-L.jpg)
I saw this on the road heading to Gettysburg. The Battle of Gettysburg in 1863 is considered the turning point of the Civil War. General Robert E. Lee and the Confederate army might not have been stopped in Gettysburg if they had a few of these babies in the arsenal.
The rain clouds found me and Rain Cloud Follows once again, and I endured some incredibly hard, driving, pelting, stinging, painful, awful rain. Slowed by the weather but undeterred, I headed over to my friend John's house to hang out and ride ATV's with him and his son Dane.
Later that night I picked up Fiona at the airport, and we rode to the hotel, located in Baltimore's Inner Harbor area. We enjoyed Fell's Point, a row of trendy pubs and restaurants. In fact we enjoyed it far too much, far too late into night, but since we didn't have a long ride ahead the next day, it was OK. It felt good to stay out late and enjoy some fine adult beverages. It felt better to sleep in the next morning. Richmond, 142 miles away, was that night's destination.
Why Richmond? Simple. It was the closest city with a movie theater playing Long Way Down, the adventure film featuring Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman riding their BMW motorcycle from Scotland to Capetown. It felt somehow right to have ridden down from Baltimore to see the movie. We joined a theater full of motorcyclists and enjoyed the movie very much.
http://bp2.blogger.com/_gSunODH2vBs/SJjMjFJsOEI/AAAAAAAAChk/YULlaF-zZ5A/s400/photo.jpg (http://bp2.blogger.com/_gSunODH2vBs/SJjMjFJsOEI/AAAAAAAAChk/YULlaF-zZ5A/s1600-h/photo.jpg)
Richmond Theater Parking Lot
The next morning we rode the excellent, curvy and scenic Blue Ridge Parkway, one of my favorite roads. On my first long motorcycle trip, way back in 1873 I rode the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was nice to be back on this fantastic road once again.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316900_urbvW-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316900_urbvW-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316874_9Vz8r-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316874_9Vz8r-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345934503_9cTBY-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345934503_9cTBY-L.jpg)
I love this sign. Every time I pass it, it cracks me up. The funniest thing? The curve isn't sudden, or all that bad.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316960_AxngD-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316960_AxngD-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316922_kFTtW-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316922_kFTtW-L.jpg)
Actually, now that i think about it, the funniest thing is nobody has shot this sign full of bullet holes.
We stopped at a little restaurant for lunch, and had a pretty weird experience. First, the waitress came to our table, stared at Fiona and said, "You look just like my cousin." Then she just stood and sstared at Fiona, for so long it seemed she was waiting for Fiona to admit she actually was her cousin or something. When that didn't happen, the waitress kept standing and staring for an uncomfortably long time before taking our order.
While waiting for our weird waitress to return with our lunch, a scraggly, bearded man with his elderly mother walked in, and he stared at Fiona with a strange look in his eyes the whole way to his table. He continued to stare a hole through her after they sat down. We both were a bit put off by this guy who never took his eye off Fiona, so we wolfed lunch down pretty quickly and left.
Once outside, we noticed the bearded stalker followed us. He stopped at his car, opened the trunk and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. While we returned the favor and stared at him, he proceeded to - I am not making this up - tear off the handle of the bag and floss his teeth with it. I waited for the banjo music to start as Weird Beard stood there flossing and eyeballing us, eyeballing us and flossing. Five long, strange minutes passed this way; then we got on the bike and left.
Fortunately the banjos never started, and Weird Beard the Bag Flosser didn't follow us.
We continued ambling down the Blue Ridge for about two hundred miles, turning off this excellent road only because the sun began to set.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317144_U9Cdb-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317144_U9Cdb-L.jpg)
This is actually a picture of sunrise the next morning, but oh well...
Fiona had a flight home from Knoxville the following afternoon. We took the advice of a local man and found some fantastic roads that led us to Knoxville.
I stayed with my friends Jason and Tina that night. Jason and Tina work for the WWE as well, and were perfect and gracious southern hosts. Of course they didn't know that I'd claimed their home state - now known as Tennessee Island - earlier in the day.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316993_XFnAN-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345316993_XFnAN-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317067_YrNdt-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317067_YrNdt-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317035_iw3dS-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317035_iw3dS-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317105_FJRKh-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317105_FJRKh-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317130_gJ4mQ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317130_gJ4mQ-L.jpg)
I probably would have had to sleep outside had they known.
The next morning, Jason rolled his shiny Honda VTX1800 out of the garage, and we went for a nice, long tour of the twisty and picturesque backroads of the newly claimed Tennessee Island.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317184_oDrb5-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317184_oDrb5-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317212_KcnBf-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317212_KcnBf-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317237_HGdKf-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317237_HGdKf-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345356456_74cVX-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345356456_74cVX-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317325_6oYNu-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317325_6oYNu-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317364_3wBJm-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317364_3wBJm-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317308_hTYtw-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317308_hTYtw-L.jpg)
I managed to get a few decent shots of our ride, a lot of lousy shots, and as always, some excellent views of Rain Cloud Follows dashboard.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935038_pe7L7-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935038_pe7L7-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935069_inSRQ-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935069_inSRQ-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935077_acvB2-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935077_acvB2-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985532_uvs9W-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985532_uvs9W-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985542_QwBtp-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985542_QwBtp-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985571_JvtW3-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985571_JvtW3-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985624_eSWFq-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345985624_eSWFq-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317345_7yZXP-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317345_7yZXP-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317439_TB3w5-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317439_TB3w5-L.jpg)
Before heading back to the house, we stopped at Norris Dam. The dam was completed in March of 1936, constructed at a cost of $36 million. Approximately 2,900 families were relocated from reservoir lands during the construction. Jason told me that the land that is now a lake used to be farmland, until the government decided to build a dam, and told the farmers they better move. There are still entire farmhouses at the bottom, a scuba diver's paradise.
But there was no time for scuba diving, because my riding buddy Dark Meat Snack (aka Abi) left Orlando on his new Concours early that morning, and we expected him to arrive in Knoxville soon.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317477_P8PJ7-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317477_P8PJ7-L.jpg)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317506_dsb2P-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345317506_dsb2P-L.jpg)
We weren't in enough of a hurry to meet Dark Meat Snack to take highway, however. There are just too many good side roads in Tennessee to justify doing that.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935052_UZzGX-L.jpg (http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/345935052_UZzGX-L.jpg)
Abi beat us to the house, finishing 660 miles in a little under twelve hours. Oh well. I do have to say that new bike of his is one SWEET ride!!
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/350662003_yi9mk-L.jpg
After our show finishes tonight, we're staying in Knoxville this week to ride more great roads and hide out in a mountain cabin, then heading to Richmond and Norfolk for more WWE fun, before attempting another country crossing in September.
More to follow...