Monday, October 19, 2009

2009 Fall Leaf Ride - Day 11 - The Run for Home

Friday, October 16th, was the final day of this year's Fall Leaf Ride. The weather -- having already wreaked havoc with the original plan and driving us south several days early -- showed no signs of improving; it was time to go home. Despite surrendering to the gods of weather, they were to extract even more penance from these wet and weary bones by providing me with several small rain showers to punctuate the journey to my homelands. 

Following breakfast with Preacher and Mr. Sarcasm, the three of us parted ways. They would continue due south out of Georgia before turning inland into central Florida for their ride home. I, on the other hand, elected to turn inland into central Georgia and head over to I-75 for my final ride. This added several hours to the overall trip, but I had my reasons and they were good enough to outweigh the extra miles and time.

My travels took me westward across Georgia on I-16 before getting off on Hwy 358 about 30 miles east of Macon. I made my way cross-country via GA 96 through Perry before getting onto I-75 following a couple hours of delay to tend to my reasons for coming this way in the first place.

Heading south on I-75 I was in very familiar territory and enjoyed the ride, despite continuing sporadic rain showers.  At 3:01 p.m., I crossed into Florida with 308 miles on the day's odometer.

At 3:30, with 352 miles on the odometer, I stopped in Lake City, FL for fuel for the bike and a much needed break for myself. There had been a pretty spectacular traffic crash just prior to my arrival so I took in the show that the police, involved parties, and wrecker drivers were putting on. Leaving the scene, one wrecker driver attempted to wedge his behemoth of a towing platform between the rear tire of my bike and the gas pumps at the Shell station where I was parked. I raised my hands and signaled that he had mere inches of clearance. The wrecker driver shouted out the window in an arrogant and condescending manner that he had "miles of room to make this turn". His arrogance was promptly rewarded as his front left wheel rim struck the raised sidewalk and proceeded to gouge concrete and chrome with equal aplomb.  Being the humble person that I am I chose not to say a word...I just gave him one of those derisive looks that scream "dumbass!". By the look on his face it was apparent that he heard me loud and clear.

Back on the road the traffic was becoming increasingly dense and aggressive with every mile I traveled farther south. Watching license plates of the jackasses whizzing by me only served to confirm my earlier observation that drivers from South Carolina are the worst for aggressive stupidity, followed neck-and-neck for second by Florida drivers.

My journey concluded at precisely 7 p.m., as I rolled into my garage with 537 miles of riding for the day. This final milestone marked the end of an interesting and largely enjoyable riding experience. Despite the rain and the cold, this was still an adventure for the books that will be long and fondly recalled by all who participated.

My final stats for the 2009 Fall Leaf Ride are as follows:

- Days on the road = 11
- States traveled through = 7 (Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia)
- Total miles traveled = 2,751.2
- Total photos taken = 1,652 (not counting those deleted in-camera)

Gas stop in Lake City, FL; only a few hours from home

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Thursday, October 15, 2009

2009 Fall Leaf Ride - Day 10 - Hanging around Savannah

We only rode about 25 miles today, but it was a very full day despite the lack of miles traveled. That's because we spent the day visiting the Mighty 8th Air Force Museum and nosing around the historic section of Savannah. The museum is simply fantastic if you have any interest in WW II or aviation history; it is well-worth the $10 admission fee. We spent three-and-a-half hours taking in the exhibits and displays.

Historic Savannah was interesting, but we didn't have the time or the apparent energy level to give it the attention it deserves. We covered a few square blocks including River Street before calling it a day.

Pictures follow...

F-4 Phantom on static display

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Entry rotunda - the ceiling is a cargo parachute

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B-17 undergoing restoration in the main exhibit halll

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Work area of the museum with old fire engine undergoing restoration

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B-47 on static display with chapel in the background

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Chapel on the museum grounds - Bells play martial songs on the hour

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Chapel Interior - The stained glass windows are works of art

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A riverboat docked along River Street

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A closer look at the riverboat

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Paula Deen's restaurant...no, we didn't eat there

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Some of the historic residences in Savannah

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Escape from West Virginia...We Lost Lloyd...and Bob!!!

Okay, it's not that were not tough or intrepid or any of that other manly stuff, you see. It's just that motorcycles, mountains, and rain/snow don't mix well. That's right...snow! The forecast for West Virginia for the upcoming weekend included a chance of snow on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Add to that the fact that today and tomorrow are predicted as complete rain-outs and you begin to understand why we deemed it prudent to flee to the south. Throw in the already cold temps and the added bonus that they were only going to continue to fall and you have arrived at a complete understanding of our decision making.

So it was that we rolled out at 8:22 a.m. with six of us headed south in the general direction of home. Just to be different, Lloyd opted to head west for the great state of Missouri where he plans to visit family. And that is how we came to lose Lloyd. We all wished him well on his continuing journey and gave him a hearty wave adieu; most of us even used all of our fingers to wave him off!

A grand total of 17 miles south of Beckley the rain started and it didn't stop for the next ten hours. Dammit! And it was cold to boot! Double dammit! There is something about the combination of rain, cold, and motorcycling that mixes together and produces a special brand of misery that only the most hearty two-wheelers have experienced and can appreciate. You just have to set your mind to the task at hand, the goal for the day, and get 'er done! And that's exactly what we did...well, most of us.

Somewhere south of the Virginia state line the misery kicked into high gear when the cold, the rain, the wind, and the traffic on I-77 was joined by dense fog and undulating terrain to make a misery stew of near-epic proportions. And that's when it happened; that's the moment we lost Bob!

You have to understand that Bob is a very bright man, an intellectual to say the least. A smart guy for those of you who may be too vocabularily-challenged to catch my drift. And, being a smart man, Bob decided that Misery Stew was not exactly his favorite dish; in fact, he decided he wasn't going to have so much as one more spoonful of this near-epic Misery Stew that that biatch Mother Nature was serving up. Yep, that's when we lost Bob. Being the smart man that he is, Bob pulled off the cold, wet, miserable interstate highway and found himself a nice, warm, dry motel room in Hillsville, VA, where he announced his intention to wait out the storm system until such time as he could travel in relative comfort and style. Damn, Bob, you are truly a wise and all knowing man! If only more of us could be so smart!

As for the rest of us less well intellecually-endowed members of the group, we persevered and persisted in our southward travels. The timeline so far being that we made it to the Virginia state line at 9:20 and not much longer after that we hit dense fog in Fancy Gap with 107 miles on the odometer.  A long delay at the VA/NC state line followed our arrival there at 10:40 a.m.  Mr. Sarcasm looked at his watch and noted that with all the delays we were averaging 30 MPH. The sad part is that he was exactly correct in his math. Dammit!

Eddie and Paul split off from the group at this point to pursue their alternative plan of riding south via US 301 out of Orangeburg, SC, rather than joining the rest of us for a jaunt over to Savannah, GA, for a visit to the 8th Air Force Museum. That left me, Boyd, and JT as the last three riders intent on pursuing the original plan...whatever that was.

Forward progress continued once we finally got moving from the NC Welcome Center. Moving south took us farther and farther from the mountains and our progress seemed to increase exponentially with each mile we moved away from those heaving mounds of earth and rock.

We arrived in Statesville, NC, at 12:30 where we spent an hour getting gas, lunch, and just drying out and warming up a bit.

Our next milestone was crossing the SC state line at 2:20 with exactly 220 miles on the odometer; quite the coincidence, huh?

Somewhere around 4:30 - 5:00 pm, we stopped in Orangeburg, SC, for gas at the shell station on US 601. It was there that I took the only photos of the day and you can see a few of them below.

At 6:13 pm, we crossed into Georgia on I-95; the rain still pouring down on us.

And, finally, at 6:30 pm, we were in Pooler, GA, site of the museum, where we checked into a cheap motel for the night. We were all cold, tired, wet, and ready for some time off the bike. But, you know, despite the bad weather, this was still a great day! We had more adventure and excitement in 10 minutes of riding today than all those sad souls who commented about our plight at the rest stops, the gas stations, and the burger joints will have in the next 10 years of their non-motorcycling lives. Poor bastards!

Gas stop in Orangeburg, SC; this is what our whole day looked like

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Mr. Sarcasm getting ready to hit the rainy road once again

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JT and his rain soaked rain gear

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My V-Strom loaded down with wet rain gear!

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

2009 Fall Leaf Ride - Day 8 - We Found the Scenery!

Today we rode east into the Greenbrier Valley Region of West Virginia and found that it is a very scenic portion of the state. It could have been better without the rain, but you have to ride the hand you are dealt and that's just what we did.

We rode I-64 east to 219 before turning north for what turned out to be the best ride of the trip. Along the way there were stops at the Droop Mountain Battle Field (Civil War), the scenic and historic town of Hillsboro, and a side trip into the back-country to the west of 219.

The rainy, cold, generally bad weather kept a damper on things throughout the day, but we did make the best of it and got in a grand total of 209 miles of riding before the day was over.

Speaking of the weather, it only gets worse from here so our visit to West Virginia is drawing to a close. Tomorrow we will pack up and head south because there won't be any good riding opportunities in this area for the rest of the week. In fact, the forecast is for rain on Wednesday and Thursday, then more rain and some snow on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Obviously rain is bad enough when you're motorcycling in the mountains, but snow (and the potential for ice on the roads) is a non-starter. So, we're done with West Virginia, our game being called on account of weather. There is the chance we'll stop at some other interesting locales along the route to home. We'll see what develops as we work our way back to the Sunshine State.

A few photos from today follow...

The view at Grandview National Park

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L to R: Eddie, Lloyd, Paul, & Bob at Grandview

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Riding the back-country, well off the beaten path

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Spotted this old cabin while riding in the back-country

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2009 Fall Leaf Ride - Day 7 - Coal Heritage Trail

Today we rode the Coal Heritage Trail in the area southwest of Beckley.  As the name implies, this scenic byway takes you into the heart of coal country. This was an interesting and enlightening day of travel. A sampling of photos from the day are posted below. This was a full day of riding with 186 miles logged by the time I returned to the hotel at the end of the day.

One of the two waterfalls in Twin Falls State Park

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Our lunch stop in Pineville, WV...very interesting to say the least

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This cat demanded food and attention...

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