I'm so nervous
It's my first time posting a ride report...
First, credit needs to go where credit is due -- the Southeastern Tristate EXTRAVAGANZA was instigated primarily by Paul Barnard in this thread
. Paul conceived of the idea of riding up from Mississippi to hit the mountain twisties, arranged the Tellico cabins, issued the original call to arms, and ra2bach and mikewarax played key roles in route planning. There is probably other credit to be given which I have forgotten, in which case I'm counting on you
, the reader-in-the-know
, to contribute this information in the form of an informative post.
Let's begin at the beginning, our assigned meeting point, just off exit 10 (Milton Parkway) on GA 19/400, where I am waiting for Paul Barnard and ra2bach to arrive... sigh, men, always late
At least there is not a chance of an offspring being produced when we are late....
Ray has had to do some last-minute work on his motorcycle, a tire replacement I believe, and I'm very glad he was able to get everything buttoned up (almost) in time. Paul wants everyone to know that he, as a military guy, would never, ever be late, and he disavows all responsibility for and possibly even any knowledge
of any alleged late arrivals which may or may not have transpired Thursday night pre-Vortex or Friday morning pre-Tristate EXTRAVAGANZA.
Immediately, we depart to Dahlonega, to pick up a couple more riders at Dogs n Hogs... PowerT, KevinD, and geobiker.
It is a good thing KevinD took off his six shooters and cowboy hat for this photo.
Quite the motley crew we have assembled... . Unfortunately, KevinD was only with us briefly before a suspected wheel bearing problem sent him home.
Friday was a fantastic
day, clear blue sky, a gentle seventy degrees or so, very little wind, and just a little bit of that crisp fall snap in the air. Once we'd gotten onto GA 400 and escaped the very last dregs of the weekday morning traffic, the roads were clear and conducive for motorcycle travel.
In less than an hour, we arrive at Woody Gap, where we briefly decamp so yours truly can leave her lights on while she takes some photos.
From there, we followed something along the lines of this route:
We stopped several times at scenic overlooks for photo-taking. Golly, it is a shame I didn't take better notes about the various locations of the overlooks, but they really are pretty pictures:
These are the falls below Vogel State Park.
Scenic overlook on US-64 going up Chunky Gal Mountain NE of Hiawassee, GA going toward Franklin, NC. This is looking west.
Bike and a mountain for everyone!
Just look at this sky, those colorful trees, that pretty road. If you were anywhere within a 200-mile radius of where we were, whatever it is many of you thought you needed to be doing on this particular day was not nearly important enough to keep you from this ride. You know who you are, and you should be ashamed of your workaholic selves. For shaaaaame!
Scenic overlook on US-64 going down Chunky Gal Mountain NE of Hiawassee, GA going toward Franklin, NC. This is looking west.
This is looking east.
Somewhere in here, we stopped for a really lovely lunch in Franklin. Please, someone who was there, reply telling us what the name of this restaurant was, so I can include it here.
I can't remember. It was at a gas station/store called the "Hot Spot". The name was Cafe' something. It started with a r.
During this time, I forgot that I was supposed to be working up a ride report, and therefore I completely skipped taking the full-plate lunch photos we've all come to expect from any good ride report. I assure you that by dinner-time, I have come to my senses, and I guarantee that food photos are coming up soon.
I think it was somewhere after Franklin where we ran a tiny twisty little road which, in reviewing my recollection and PowerT's proposed route description, I believe would have been the Hellbender. If that road wasn't called Hellbender, it should have been, because it was quite tight. I hope another rider who was a bit more on the ball can provide a better description/location of this road. Riding it was a good experience for me, I got through it successfully, and it was a good confidence-booster for what came next...
WW I think you are talking about Hwy 28 going north of Franklin.
Deal's Gap... the tail of the Dragon... eater of noobs. To this Dragon virgin, the proposition of being Deal-flowered today was very intimidating. I was both excited and a little scared. Was I ready for this? Were we moving too fast? I wasn't quite sure.
Here's the gas station, where we all had a bit of a rest and a pep/prep-talk, in between all the people-watching. We saw a huge Goldwing drag pipes turning smartly out of the gas station - wow!
Look, it's Suzy! Also a whole bunch of Harleys, guess there was some sort of Harley get-together up there this weekend?
Of course, there was a visit to the Tree of Shame. More like Tree of Stupidity, I was assured, populated with the parts of bikes whose owners made silly mistakes. The proportion of noob parts to old-timer parts was not indicated. I took some comfort in the fact that green was already adequately represented on this tree; surely there was no need for more green noob parts to be added today.
The Dragon turned out to be a nicer ride and road than I expected; the road itself is very clean, the curves are nice (although tight), and there wasn't nearly as much traffic as I had feared there would be, after seeing all the double-line-crossing-semi photos on killboy. It probably helped a lot that I had two companions trail-riding behind me, intent on preventing anyone from zooming by at breakneck speed. PowerT and geobiker, I owe you many thanks for this! In the end, as far as I can tell, no one even approached us from behind to attempt to pass, although it's certainly not because I was flying through this at any speed. I believe I took most of it at 20 MPH
I distinctly remember you hitting 21 or 22 mph on a couple of the long straights.
Didn't see an enormous amount of traffic coming the opposite direction, either, probably by virtue of it being Friday.
See that grin? It's a mixture of exultation and relief!
The four horsemen- uh, horsepeople:
Finally, we come to the moment you've all been waiting for... our dinner photos from the Tellico Diner.
We were very confused about the Gilled Chicken
After dinner, it was time for PowerT to make like a tree and leave, I was glad to see today that he had made it home safely that night.
My own personal Tellico cabin -- no boys allowed!
More to come tomorrow, because some good riding happened on Saturday too, and we picked up a couple more riders in Tellico -- fullmonte and mikewarax -- and there will also be bacon