I left on Friday morning, used all backroads to get to Wytheville, Va... the biggest road I took the
whole time was a little bit of 74 into Shelby North Carolina... where I saw E&H Honda sitting on top
of the hill... (828-248-2971)... they had some Valkyrie accessories hanging on the wall!
This thing holds the box of buttons for your OEM CB onto your handlebars...

I am under the impression these little Cobra heat shields are hard to come by? There were two,
$20 each...

Interstate only...

Fender rail!

Fender extender...

I asked these gentlemen out front if they were in the witness protection program before I
took their picture... they liked the Valkyrie...

So on down the road I went, after a while I had to look at my map to make sure I hadn't missed a
turn... there was a cool old antique shop, I stopped there, got some water and a nut-bar out of
my saddlebag and read the map. The owner was on the porch refurbishing something, he told me
I should go to the garage a couple doors down, they had a bunch of antique motorcycles and stuff...
Anyone need a Studebaker?

I forget what this British thing is, but the Indian behind it is serial number 1 of a 1950 model...

Bantams...

This was Steve Mcqueen's Nimbus sidecar...

They are just finishing up getting it restored, it will be ready in a couple of weeks, here's
the exposed-valve in-line four motor...

The Nimbus has a shaft drive...

NSUs were made in Germany after the war...

Sunbeams...

On and on I went, 16, 58... at Independence, about 30 miles from Wytheville, I hit
21 and stopped at the old court house...

I rested for a while in their comfy gazebo under a giant maple tree and drank some water...

Next morning Highbinder and 3fan4life showed up in the fog and the four of us went up the hill
to Cracker Barrel for breakfast, and then out of town. We hit a lot of roads and rode all day...

Most of the roads were good though




We crossed 460 a couple of times, many hours apart...

We met up with Wolf and Candygirl at "Paint Bank"...

After some lunch we headed to Ronceverte on 219, Wolf and Candygirl split off at Organ
Cave to miss the brouhaha at Fairlea (State Fair is on), but since we didn't go past
Ronceverte we didn't have to deal with it...

It is hard to keep a straight face when you're near those funny black Valkyries, you ever
notice?


We stopped in Pearisburg to get our bearings...


As the day came to an end and Don headed back to Tazewell, the rest of us raced over the
mountain on 52... I slipped on gravel big time a couple of times headed up, the shadows made
the little pea gravel hard to see... it was a rush... glad I didn't pull a "Detn8er"! Here's the view
from the top of the mountain...

The three of us ate at a fish house, and Mark headed home in the dark... I was glad to get
back to the motel... ahhhh...
Next Day I headed out around 9:00am... great weather all day - all three days - I drove around
in North Carolina for a while... apparently there's parts of North Carolina where you can just drive
crazy, and others where you have to drive safely


I took 421 into and out of Wilkesboro, with the intent of hitting the BRP. It kind of snuck up on me, and
I was almost out of gas, so I had to go past, into Boone. Got gas at Boone, and instead of
turning around, I just took the side road that lead off in the right direction from the gas stop -
to "Bamboo"... and picked up the parkway back in there... I love the Grandfather Mountain Viaduct...

When I got near Asheville, I had used up around 115 miles of my gas... that's when I usually go to
reserve. I looked down from the exits near Asheville, and they all lead to steaming backups of multilane
traffic, blegghhh... I figured that the mild BRP riding would afford me a little extra mileage, so
I passed them up. I went on reserve at around 130 or so (highest ever for me) and made it down to
Brevard NC to gas up at 149 miles, whew! Brevard is near home, I've been through there before, a
bunch of rich Yankees have retired there, and Brevard supports some fine eating establishments.
I sat outside on the porch of a bistro I've eaten at on a couple of other rides and had some
delish gumbo with shrimp and sausage and fish, oh yeah, good stuff...
It all went down hill from there, literally and figuratively... I came off the last mountain to Seneca,
and found out that Huey was missing, still no Huey...


-Mike