And thought how, as the day had come,
Clarksville, TN – I just returned from a four day three night trip to the Great Smoky Mountains. It’s a trip I make at least a couple of times a year. The Smokies are just a couple of hours down I-40 so it’s an easy ride for me.
What began as a three man trip turned into a group of seven brothers eager to take whatever the landscape could throw at us.
Of course we did the Devil’s Triangle, Tail of the Dragon, Wayah Road, the Moonshiner and a day trip to Helen Georgia. We had hot and steamy weather, for the most part, although a portion of the group were drenched in a downpour on Friday afternoon.
Written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And thought how, as the day had come,
Clarksville, TN – Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be writing about another motorcycle accident, just one year removed from my last one.
The range of emotions that I’m experiencing is overwhelming, not to mention the physical pain of my current injuries. It’s hard NOT to think that God is trying to tell me something. I’m 66 years old and I don’t need this! I’ve got a wonderful wife, beautiful kids, and amazing grand children.
WHAT. THE. HELL. AM. I. DOING?
Eminence, MO – The first year of this journey I’m on, I was like a kid with the new bike he got for Christmas. I wanted to go EVERYWHERE!
Not knowing much about where to ride, I would just google places of interest and during the summer of 2016, I came across a website, Motorcycle the Ozarks. The pictures were beautiful, and I couldn’t resist the names of some of the roads to ride.
How could I NOT go ride the Jesse James Getaway, or the Ozark Hellbender? What was even better was that the destination was only about four hours away and that was something I was looking for.
Clarksville, TN – We all started riding for a reason. It only stands to reason that we’ll all quit for a reason. Whether it from an accident, old age, or we just don’t want to keep doing it.
I was involved in a discussion the other day about when it’s time to quit riding. The discussion began with someone commenting on how much more dangerous it is to ride than it used to be. That’s a no brainer. The cell phone has been a deadly game changer.
The guys who were a part of this discussion were riders and former riders. The ones who had quit had different reasons for stopping. One, had just had a baby and felt it was time for him to stop the “risky business” of motorcycles. The other had been in an accident and just couldn’t get back on it anymore.
Clarksville, TN – The one recurring theme that runs through this blog is the people I meet. Since the first time I threw my legs over a motorcycle, people came into my life that I would have never met without it.
My recent trip to Texas was no different.
We started with 7 motorcycles and 8 people. From the starting point, I immediately met two veterans who were joining us. Once we reached our destination, I met two more, and our “group” was set.
I’ve been blessed to ride with, and become friends with, first responders, veterans, mothers, sisters, and businessmen. They don’t want anything from me. They just want to ride.
San Diego, CA – When I fear my faith will fail, Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail, He will hold me fast.
I could never keep my hold through life’s fearful path;
For my love is often cold; He must hold me fast.
He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so, He will hold me fast.
Clarksville, TN – I recently posed the question on my social media that if you knew it would be your last ride, where would you go? The answers were varied and covered a lot of territory, but the common theme of all the responses I got was, “happy.”
I’ve shared with you before, that the time I spend on my motorcycle, is the closest I come to being truly in touch with my life. I have so much time to think of what was, and what will be.
Things I’ve done, both good and bad, places I’ve been, people I’ve met. What kind of man have I been. What kind of father, husband, friend. You have a lot of time to think, especially if you’re cutting across Kansas. LOL!
Clarksville, TN – In just the short time I’ve been riding, I’ve done some pretty stupid things. Things I’ve thought about when I got home. I didn’t do them on purpose, it was the nature of the beast as a rookie rider.
I remember the time I was feeling pretty cocky while traveling through Texas. Speed limit is 75 and some good old boys in a pick up were acting like, well, two good old boys in a pick up.
I took off around them in the right lane. As I was giving them the all too famous “look” I quickly realized that I was drifting onto the shoulder of the road. GRAVEL AND ALL!
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