<The greatest plans of mice and men oft go astray>. A beautiful morning found us in Robinson, IL, a quick 200 miles from home. A quick refill of the tank and we sped for a mile before my bike quit. Just lost power and slowed as I rolled to a driveway of a cement plant. Starter would not crank, nothing...now they say, all you need is spark, fuel and oxygen to fly down the highway, but the devil is <always> in the details. So, luggage off, seat off, fuel tank up, lots of side covers off...(You have to strip these metric bikes to the bone to service them). Did I mention it is now 90 degrees? I called the guys in service at Riva Motorsports in Pompano Beach, FL (where my Dad shops). Thanks, Carlo. They were great in talking me through a few debug steps but ultimately couldn't help. I found the fuse box and lo and behold the 15 A ignition circuit fuse had blown! Being the saavy traveller I happen to have some spares, two in fact. I replace the fuse and it immediately blows. I try one more and lo, the bike starts. I re-assemble but go nowhere as that last fuse shorts out. Now at this point I should have started a search for the short that is causing the problem...but I opt for the AMA (the other one) Roadside assistance.
Two hours later, we load the bike on a flatbed and head off for Thompson's Motor Sports in Terra Haute, IN. First a shout out to Poor Boy's towing: Thanks Steve and Grayson. Second, let me just say that the reception I got at thompson's was great. The service guys told me they realized I was on a trip and would do their best to get us back on the road. And boy, did they!
We wandered the Honey Creek Mall for two hours. Our return to Thompson's showed Xray ready to roll again. The cause (as explained in great detail by the mechanic): a short just under the fuse box!! I was inches from having been able to fix this myself.
Be that as it may, thanks to the great folk at Thompson's we were back on the road by 4 PM. A four hour jaunt up on the backroads to 94 finally brought us home. A temperature of 57 degrees as night fell added insult to injury caused by the horrible road conditions in Chicago.
An ignomious end, but an end none-the-less. The light was on, the hearth was on and the steaks were ready as we walked in the door. A warm embrace from the wife, the kids and the dog sealed the deal. There is no place like home.
The 4th ride is now in the bag. We'll have to see where the fundraising leads.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Day 3, Mile 1735, Robinson, IL
The home stretch. We are approximately 250 miles out after a lovely evening ride through the heartland of Illinois. We rode up IL 1 along the border of the state. We have avoided most of the heavy weather with the severe thunder storms now below us and moving east.
An easy if not hot and humid ride to the Windy City and back to the real world.
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An easy if not hot and humid ride to the Windy City and back to the real world.
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Day 2, Mile 15xx, Take the last to Clarksville
We can be there by 4:30; don't be slow...oh no, no, no...
Well, the rain gear only stayed on for about 15 minutes. Then the heat and humidity were killing us so off they came. The rain was the tail of a front passing north of us so we are in the clear heading north.
Our train will leave Clarksville then head to Evansville, IN. From there, its a straight shot up the IL/IN border home.
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Well, the rain gear only stayed on for about 15 minutes. Then the heat and humidity were killing us so off they came. The rain was the tail of a front passing north of us so we are in the clear heading north.
Our train will leave Clarksville then head to Evansville, IN. From there, its a straight shot up the IL/IN border home.
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Day 2, Mile 1378; the road to Nashville
Bustin' out the rain gear...there's got be a country song there somewhere.
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
Day 1, Mile 1316; The nameless road to the secret city
We rode through Gatlinburg which turns into a real tourist town with restaurants, souvenir shops, attractions, etc. It was packed on this hot, gorgeous day. Cars and motorcycles clog the main drag.
We continue on TN 321 but then turn back into the Smokey Mtn National Forest. Rather than continue south down 411 (toward the Dragon), we turn right toward Townsend. What do we find? You guessed YABRR! But this river has a difference: tubers and swimmers! Absolutely enticing. Great pictures.
We continue from Townsend to Maryville and then on US 140 to Oak Ridge, the secret city; home of the Oak Ridge National Laboratory and the Y-12 Security Complex.
Tomorrow, we turn North.
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We continue on TN 321 but then turn back into the Smokey Mtn National Forest. Rather than continue south down 411 (toward the Dragon), we turn right toward Townsend. What do we find? You guessed YABRR! But this river has a difference: tubers and swimmers! Absolutely enticing. Great pictures.
We continue from Townsend to Maryville and then on US 140 to Oak Ridge, the secret city; home of the Oak Ridge National Laboratory and the Y-12 Security Complex.
Tomorrow, we turn North.
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Day 1, Mile ??, Gatlinburg, TN
We came over 74 West to 26 to Asheville, then picked up 40 over the Smokies. 40 is the park is a great slab; 70 mph through twisting forest.
We then found a small gem, the Foothills Parkway that connects 40 to Maryville, TN. Beautiful. We are continuing 321 S to Maryville re-entering the park.
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We then found a small gem, the Foothills Parkway that connects 40 to Maryville, TN. Beautiful. We are continuing 321 S to Maryville re-entering the park.
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Day 1, Mile 1035, Charlotte
The ride home begins. Our first stop is Knoxville, TN. That means, we are <forced> to ride west through the smoky mountains again. Some of the best greenward twisties foisted upon us. It is a dirty job but someone besides Mike Rowe must do it.
Westward, Ho!
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Day 2, Mile 879.5, Brevard NC
A great start to a great day. I decided to head south on 441 to get to 64 E as the latter is marked as a scenic route. THAT is quite an understatement. 64 E is YASRR (yet another spectacular river road). When the road begins with a warning sign, <narrow road and sharp turns next 40 miles; trucks consider alternate> you know life is going to be good. 64 serpentines itself next to the Cullsuja (Tuskagee?) River and then other branches of the savannah river basin. Between the rapids and the waterfalls along the way there is an abondance of spots just beggin' for a visit and a photo (I only gave in half the time). At the end of the first part of 64 just before Highlands is a rest area built into a waterfall. You can even drive dehind the water! Spectacular.
Highlands is a lovely tourist/nature town set as a gateway to wilderness.
From Highlands to Brevard is more of the same; beatuiful twisties, with residential communities springing up left and right. I hope all the folks here are bikers as this is some of the finest bikin' land.
Now on to Charlotte. Gotta meet up with the Old Man.
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Highlands is a lovely tourist/nature town set as a gateway to wilderness.
From Highlands to Brevard is more of the same; beatuiful twisties, with residential communities springing up left and right. I hope all the folks here are bikers as this is some of the finest bikin' land.
Now on to Charlotte. Gotta meet up with the Old Man.
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Monday, June 1, 2009
Day 2, Mile 810, Dillsboro, NC
What can I say about the Dragon that has not yet been said? It is justifiably the #1 motorcycle road in the US.
US 129 meanders down from Maryville, preparing you gently and progressively for the curves ahead.
The lake formed downstream from the Fontana dam is a saphire gem that extends infinitely in both directions. It concentrates and amplifies the blue of the sky beyond belief.
I enjoyed the Dragon. I would say that it is not so much a question of difficulty as it is a question of concentration. On each curve, you try to remember everything you have learned and then execute. You have to do that 318 times.
I found that a reasonable speed of 35 +/- worked well. I stayed mostly in second, occaisionally third gear. Of course there were a bunch of sport bike riders who zipped by on a number of dangerous occaisions. I can understand why there have been deaths here.
Then you arrive at Deal's Gap: the motorcycle equivalent of the cantina scene from Star Wars. Bikers of every flavor and then some either coming down from the rush or gearing up to go. I get the impression that some of the racers (why would they wear track suits with knee plates if they weren't racers) go back and forth a few times in a day. Yet a lot of casual tourists, yours truly included.
The way out on the NC side takes 28 S through more of the same: twisty passages of green (with a quick stop at the Fontana dam for some grey/brown concrete). Smoky Moutain National Park goes on forever but I finally found a road and more importantly a hotel in the outside world.
All in all a great experience.
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US 129 meanders down from Maryville, preparing you gently and progressively for the curves ahead.
The lake formed downstream from the Fontana dam is a saphire gem that extends infinitely in both directions. It concentrates and amplifies the blue of the sky beyond belief.
I enjoyed the Dragon. I would say that it is not so much a question of difficulty as it is a question of concentration. On each curve, you try to remember everything you have learned and then execute. You have to do that 318 times.
I found that a reasonable speed of 35 +/- worked well. I stayed mostly in second, occaisionally third gear. Of course there were a bunch of sport bike riders who zipped by on a number of dangerous occaisions. I can understand why there have been deaths here.
Then you arrive at Deal's Gap: the motorcycle equivalent of the cantina scene from Star Wars. Bikers of every flavor and then some either coming down from the rush or gearing up to go. I get the impression that some of the racers (why would they wear track suits with knee plates if they weren't racers) go back and forth a few times in a day. Yet a lot of casual tourists, yours truly included.
The way out on the NC side takes 28 S through more of the same: twisty passages of green (with a quick stop at the Fontana dam for some grey/brown concrete). Smoky Moutain National Park goes on forever but I finally found a road and more importantly a hotel in the outside world.
All in all a great experience.
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Day 2, Mile 513, Morning from Manchester
Headed out east from Manchester and picked up 66 heading south. 66 is magnificient; a meandering, tunnel through the Daniel Boone National Forest. It was pretty cool as I started out, enough to merit an extra layer. The sun, heading east as I was, was brilliant, reflecting off every drop of dew it could find. At one point I rode through a cloud of fog just in the process of burning off. I caught a photo of a lingering path of said fog peeking out from the treetops where it was caught like cotton on a carpet.
The curves on 66 were just the warmup I would need for the Dragon. In fact, it was a bit reveresed; instead of riding a ridge, I was often carving through (limestone?) canyons.
As a reminder that this is coal country I passed two functioning coal mines as well as a handful of (ungated!) rail crossings.
I stopped for a coffe at a tiny little general store at the edge of the woods. A perfect start to the day.
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The curves on 66 were just the warmup I would need for the Dragon. In fact, it was a bit reveresed; instead of riding a ridge, I was often carving through (limestone?) canyons.
As a reminder that this is coal country I passed two functioning coal mines as well as a handful of (ungated!) rail crossings.
I stopped for a coffe at a tiny little general store at the edge of the woods. A perfect start to the day.
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Day 2, mile 600, Mid-day
I rolled south from DBoone trying to get back to civilization and Maryville, TN;the mouth of the Dragon.
I noticed that 66 dumped into 25. And 25 leads to the Cumberland Gap! I took a quick (very nice on/off access) detoru into the park. For nothing but to drive up to the outlook point. Lo and behold another baby dragon; a well tended national park rode that switched its way up the Cumberland hills. The view from the outlook is spectacular. You look out on three states; KY, TN and VA.
From there you dip through a tunnel to the other side. And then a quick ride over to Maryville, right?
Easier said then done.
The damn Garmin GPS failed me in my hour of need. It has got some power problems. It doesn't recognize the cradle and doesn't charge from it. I had charged it the night before and was turning it on and off to spare the battery. Unfortunately, now it won't come on. This will be the third time back to Garmin for service! Not recommended!
To top it off, my BB with Google maps had low battery. To its credit, it surviced the day! So I am about 40 miles out from Knoxville trying to figure out how to get to Maryville. Turns out you can't there from here; or just about. There's a lot of construction around Kville, right where I needed to go. So to make a long story short, I spent an hour or so in an involuntary tour of Kville wending a maze of twisty passages trying to get OUT. Did I mention it was 90 degrees! Yikes.
In the end, the brotherhood of the bike came to the rescue. A fellow rider at a gas station pointed me in the right direction to face the Dragon. (He even pointed out the speed trap they set).
Next...the Dragon....
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I noticed that 66 dumped into 25. And 25 leads to the Cumberland Gap! I took a quick (very nice on/off access) detoru into the park. For nothing but to drive up to the outlook point. Lo and behold another baby dragon; a well tended national park rode that switched its way up the Cumberland hills. The view from the outlook is spectacular. You look out on three states; KY, TN and VA.
From there you dip through a tunnel to the other side. And then a quick ride over to Maryville, right?
Easier said then done.
The damn Garmin GPS failed me in my hour of need. It has got some power problems. It doesn't recognize the cradle and doesn't charge from it. I had charged it the night before and was turning it on and off to spare the battery. Unfortunately, now it won't come on. This will be the third time back to Garmin for service! Not recommended!
To top it off, my BB with Google maps had low battery. To its credit, it surviced the day! So I am about 40 miles out from Knoxville trying to figure out how to get to Maryville. Turns out you can't there from here; or just about. There's a lot of construction around Kville, right where I needed to go. So to make a long story short, I spent an hour or so in an involuntary tour of Kville wending a maze of twisty passages trying to get OUT. Did I mention it was 90 degrees! Yikes.
In the end, the brotherhood of the bike came to the rescue. A fellow rider at a gas station pointed me in the right direction to face the Dragon. (He even pointed out the speed trap they set).
Next...the Dragon....
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