In Search of Real America
Wednesday 5-20-26
Twisties in the Rain
We headed out of Danville at eight a.m. and although it was cloudy, we enjoyed temps in the 70’s and no rain until eleven or so.
Before we took off, a friendly-toothless male in his forties asked us all about our bikes, which happens whenever we stop.
Later in the day, we enjoyed an excellent lunch at a mom and pop in the middle of nowhere and a teenager needing extensive dental work (who needs healthcare?) chatted me up for ten minutes, telling me all about his 50cc scooter and his dad’s love of motorcycling.
So I regailed him about the time there was Harley-Davidson rally in Johnson City.Â
When the pack of 200+ riders and their girlfriends passed through town, I got in front of them with my 50cc Honda Urban Express and led them all the way through the city,
How many of you have received the finger from 200+ people at the same time?
That’s right up there with President Trump. No one’s ever seen anything like it.
Eric is a GPS guru and he found a great ride through southwest Indiana, which turned out to be as twisty as any road in East Tennessee. Here's a topographic map of the area so you can see it's not cornfields and telephone poles, the way I think of Indiana.
So now we're ensconced in a musty Super Eight motel, watching it rain even harder, but we're warm and safe and thankful for ya'll as I know you're reading this -- my prayer-warrior friends are on the job! -- and our wives are enjoying a little peace and quiet.
Turns out Eric and I married Appalachia "farm-girls" who can cook like high-dollar chefs, hike through mountains, and work like ... farmers. Best thing that ever happened to us. And we know it.
And they know it. LOL.
