I called Stanley Steamer last night and left him a message: "call me
back if you want me to talk you into riding to Grits and Groceries..."
He didn't call me back.
So off I went, after feeding Carolyn's horses... I could see this smoke
from a ways off...
According to this fellow the field was full of "wild barley", he burned
it, is going to plow it, and plant...
I got Stanley Steamer's favorite at Grits and Groceries, Red Rooster
Breakfast...
I sat and drank coffee out front after eating for a few songs...
There was a pristine old VW bus there, I should have gotten a
picture of that... one of those ones that goes for 50-100K...
I got this, though...
It's a cow field! It's a pecan orchard!
There were a ton of pecan orchards in this area, and this gin...
I crossed over to Georgia on a bridge over lake Russell... they
only filled up Lake Russell in 1983, before they filled it up I
rode my 1982 CR250 all through there a bunch of times.
Look at the fence at this place... it went on forever...
They were having some kind of shindig there...
They quarry and process a lot of granite in that area of Georgia...
Elberton...
There's a road, 17, through there that has the worst "snakes"
I ever rode on... it's like they were designed to make your tires go
out from under you... I noodled along, intending to eventually
end up near Commerce Georgia, I passed through Elberton,
Royston, Bowman (a couple of times
), Dewy Rose...
I ended up on hiway 59... hiway 59 is old and goes right near my
house in South Carolina and disappears at I85 and Lake Hartwell
at the Georgia line... it takes up again south of 85 in Georgia
and goes right to Commerce. Its a pretty nice road... most of
the roads I went on were nice. At Commerce the sky turned
black behind me, even though those lying liars on TeeVee said it
would not rain until evening, so I zoomed off to the north on 441
where the sky wasn't dark... I wanted to cross back into South
Carolina at Toccoa, so I split off of 441 at 105 and rode in the rain
the rest of the way home. I left the rain gear in the saddlebags,
it was a pretty good ride anyway
...
-Mike
