It all starts in Marietta, Ohio and the roads, in almost any direction, snake through the hills and farm land with reckless abandon. State routes like 26, 676, and 821 lead to routes 530, 260, 555, 536, 556 and on and on. I cut my motorcycle teeth on these roads and they are familiar territory for me.
County and township roads that cut through hayfields, cornfields and pastures. Country churches, covered bridges, worn down barns and abandoned buildings are a common sight. These are the things that I’m used to being around and have grown to love.
The Monroe County Fair occupying a few tractor pull fans....
But as for riding, for me, it’s always been about the curves. Many of the state routes in this area seem to have been laid out specifically for motorcycles. State route 26 leaves Marietta for more northern counties and the turns seem to be never ending and banked juuuust right. I know every bump, every corner, every nuance.