In late 1989, after living in "motorcycle heaven" for over 3 years, the Navy moved me and my wife from San Diego to Florida. Can you say "depression". After ten months in Pensacola, I took a trip up to the Smokies. One of my goals was to find this Two Wheels Only place I had heard about. I found it. I also found roads and riding that compared to SoCal. I also met Frank while staying at TWO. The next year I rode up to TWO from Pensacola 7 times. Six times on my EX500 and once on my Venture with my wife. During those trips I got to know Frank and his lovely wife Jeannie. My first stay at TWO, I was a customer. It wasn't long before they made me feel more like a family member than a customer.
I asked Frank how he decided to start TWO. He had been turned away from a campground because he was on a motorcycle. He not only got mad, he did something. He started a place which only allowed motorcyclists. Here's me back in 1991 next to a sign at TWO which explains the policy.