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Many of the places I've ridden have become permanently etched on the fabric of my soul: California's Highway 1; Montana and Wyoming's, Beartooth Pass (Hwy 212); the Berner Oberland, Switzerland; and, perhaps the deepest etch of all, the Mountain South...Appalachia.....the Blue Ridge.....
But it's not just the Blue Ridge Parkway, it's the total package, it's the entire picture. The South we are experiencingis clean, friendly, accepting, prosperous.... The schools and freeways and parkways are immaculate. There are no warmer and friendlier people anywhere. They are gracious and forgiving and generous. The language is beautiful: to hear a happy southern girl talk and laugh is to hear high music indeed.... The sweetest waitresses in the world are down here. And these people are proud of their homes and cities and neighborhoods-- and well they should be. They have come through fire, and have come out tempered and strong. They are patriotic to a man and USMC and Army Airborne stickers are everywhere. Anyone who carries a vision of the South based on movies like Deliverance and the Heat Of The Night are simply idiots and need to get down here and see what it's really like.
We love the place. Especially the Mountain South, the blue ridges and smoky hollows and the sweet water rivers..... hell, I don't wanna go back! Maybe I could buy a little place in Asheville, store another bike there on a maintainer, and fly down there twice a year to ride the Southern dream....... possible..... I can't move here permanently, not yet anyway, because Red's parents would be brokenhearted and they are the type of people you just don't hurt. Nossir.
Red and I are now forted up in Memphis with my brother and his wife: we'll take a break, and start north again after the fourth..... I'll have some pictures of the BRP soon.....
Many of the places I've ridden have become permanently etched on the fabric of my soul: California's Highway 1; Montana and Wyoming's, Beartooth Pass (Hwy 212); the Berner Oberland, Switzerland; and, perhaps the deepest etch of all, the Mountain South...Appalachia.....the Blue Ridge.....
But it's not just the Blue Ridge Parkway, it's the total package, it's the entire picture. The South we are experiencingis clean, friendly, accepting, prosperous.... The schools and freeways and parkways are immaculate. There are no warmer and friendlier people anywhere. They are gracious and forgiving and generous. The language is beautiful: to hear a happy southern girl talk and laugh is to hear high music indeed.... The sweetest waitresses in the world are down here. And these people are proud of their homes and cities and neighborhoods-- and well they should be. They have come through fire, and have come out tempered and strong. They are patriotic to a man and USMC and Army Airborne stickers are everywhere. Anyone who carries a vision of the South based on movies like Deliverance and the Heat Of The Night are simply idiots and need to get down here and see what it's really like.
We love the place. Especially the Mountain South, the blue ridges and smoky hollows and the sweet water rivers..... hell, I don't wanna go back! Maybe I could buy a little place in Asheville, store another bike there on a maintainer, and fly down there twice a year to ride the Southern dream....... possible..... I can't move here permanently, not yet anyway, because Red's parents would be brokenhearted and they are the type of people you just don't hurt. Nossir.
Red and I are now forted up in Memphis with my brother and his wife: we'll take a break, and start north again after the fourth..... I'll have some pictures of the BRP soon.....
plus she has to pack too much for two weeks, never fit on the bikes! 
