Day 1, With the exception of a 150 mile stretch on I-30 it was all on state & county roads. I stopped in Dublin, TX for a Dr Pepper made with pure cane sugar at the oldest remaining bottling plant. Unfortunately, I forgot the camera while I was there. I had originally planned on stopping at Pine Bluff, AR before dark, but I got a little turned around and ended up near the state college there, so I pressed on to Stuttgart. As soon as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the bugs came out. It soon looked as if I was I was flying through a cloud of teensy yellow bugs. I was moving at a pretty good speed, but I finally broke down about 10 miles outside of Stuttgart and changed helmets. I lucked out because as I pulled into a closed gas station to swap them out there was a local sheriff's car camping out there for speeders, and I was the ONLY thing on the road.
The next day, after sleeping really well and sharing the room with the bike, I made it through Memphis before breakfast. After too many miles on the slab, I broke off to bypass Nashville, but unfortunately, got lost in Brentwood due to the lack of highway markers, and started getting overheated due the fresh blacktop, repeated stops and u-turns. I finally ended up stopping for a break and after attempting to get directions from someone at a gas station who barely spoke English, I broke down and got on the I-65 to Nashville and eventually back on track. I ended up running into another person on a 2005 FZ6 which happened to be the first person I've ever seen riding one in person. After getting off the slab again, I found the best curvy mountain roads I've ever seen! (though I haven't been looking long) By the time, I made it to my planned stop at Jellico, TN I was exhausted from all the great twisties. There, I met an interesting girl at Hardees that really liked my motorcycle.
Day 3, the bike didn't stay inside that night though I was worried about it the whole time because it was single sport bike sitting at a motel packed full of angels. I had some breakfast and started out on the mountain roads again. All was going well until I hit the KY state line. The roads suddenly turned terrible and luckily there were no cars around until I made it into a town. That wasn't much comfort because I think every single driver on the road was abso****inglutly crazy until my route curved back down into TN and then into the tip of VA. I didn't have any back roads planned in VA because I knew I'd be tired by then, so the rest of the trip was on the slab. While on I-81, I noticed around 40 speed traps and a few cars with flat tires, but never once did I see a LEO helping out someone even by setting out flares. I was pretty pissed about that. Anyways, the rest of the trip was uneventful, and I arrived back just in time to drop in on a friend's party, and woke up at his place the next morning.
The next day, after sleeping really well and sharing the room with the bike, I made it through Memphis before breakfast. After too many miles on the slab, I broke off to bypass Nashville, but unfortunately, got lost in Brentwood due to the lack of highway markers, and started getting overheated due the fresh blacktop, repeated stops and u-turns. I finally ended up stopping for a break and after attempting to get directions from someone at a gas station who barely spoke English, I broke down and got on the I-65 to Nashville and eventually back on track. I ended up running into another person on a 2005 FZ6 which happened to be the first person I've ever seen riding one in person. After getting off the slab again, I found the best curvy mountain roads I've ever seen! (though I haven't been looking long) By the time, I made it to my planned stop at Jellico, TN I was exhausted from all the great twisties. There, I met an interesting girl at Hardees that really liked my motorcycle.
Day 3, the bike didn't stay inside that night though I was worried about it the whole time because it was single sport bike sitting at a motel packed full of angels. I had some breakfast and started out on the mountain roads again. All was going well until I hit the KY state line. The roads suddenly turned terrible and luckily there were no cars around until I made it into a town. That wasn't much comfort because I think every single driver on the road was abso****inglutly crazy until my route curved back down into TN and then into the tip of VA. I didn't have any back roads planned in VA because I knew I'd be tired by then, so the rest of the trip was on the slab. While on I-81, I noticed around 40 speed traps and a few cars with flat tires, but never once did I see a LEO helping out someone even by setting out flares. I was pretty pissed about that. Anyways, the rest of the trip was uneventful, and I arrived back just in time to drop in on a friend's party, and woke up at his place the next morning.
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