We drove..
We bought the T-Shirt.
The Deerhound Specialty being over, we finally had to time to explore America's Number 1 motorcycle and sportscar destination.. The Tail of the Dragon. That's the portion of US129 that runs from Deal's Gap, NC north into Tennessee for 11 miles. In those 11 miles, the road has 318 curves! And all as smooth as a baby's butt, as you can see above. And all up and down, no flat places.
We took a few pictures, which you can see at the the Shot On Site website , but for the best images from the Dragon go to Killboy.com. That's "Killboy" (aka Darryl Cannon) on the right in the image below.. we had a chance to stop and chat on Sunday. Note that he's not the one with the camera. I can only hope that our business is so successful someday that we can hire associates to do the shooting for us. ;)
All kidding aside, Darryl was on his way to shoot at another curve, so we were lucky to find him here. There is always someone from Killboy.com at the Dragon... every day. If you go to his site, you'll probably even see us buzzing by!This week, there are over 500 Mini Coopers there. Like I said, a serious driving destination. It was by far the most fun I've ever had driving the Escape, and Margaret only told me to slow down once in 22 miles!
Long time, no comment! Basic training does that to you, I guess.
ReplyDeleteAll summer long, I've been thinking about getting a bike. I can't afford an old one, and I don't need a new one, but somehow, I am going to get one, soon. My dad is a proud Valkyrie owner, and is a member of a few clubs. This bike basically has a Honda Accord for an engine, and I am constantly wondering how he is strong enough to keep it standing (he's not a beastly type of guy). As he is approaching 60, I realize that the time for us to ride together for the first time is slipping away. He has done the Dragon, and I'm dying to try it out with him.
I'm in Virginia right now, and when I head back to Louisiana, I was thinking about going through that monster in the minivan. Maybe I'll come out the otherside with a sick wife and two very shaken hounds. As for my dad, when I asked him what he was going to do when he was too old to ride his bike, he replied matter-of-factly, "Trike."