Franklin, NC: home of the Knight’s Inn, an inexpensive little motel which lies at the crossroads of two byways that lead to inexpressibly delightful curvy mountain roads.
We checked in last Monday night after a longer than expected trip due to an alternate route and a (possibly) underpowered car towing a couple thousand pounds. Met up with the rest of the early boys, and made plans for the morning, including breakfast and approximate KSU time.
After a restful night’s sleep, we meandered to the City Diner for breakfast, where we discussed trips, sleep patterns, possible rides, and the size of omelettes. We reconvened on Hooligan Hill (the upper part of the hotel where ‘the boyz’ tend to stay), waited for a couple stragglers, played with Sonya, and departed for our much awaited foray into the lush green-sided roads of the (almost) Smoky Mountains.
Here’s the thing, if you don’t ride a motorcycle, don’t like to go fast, and don’t understand the adrenaline rush of rounding a hairpin at higher than advised speed, what we experienced will be absolutely boring drivel for you. However, even now looking back on the GoPro footage from the headlamp of my bike, I get giddy, and remember the joy of downshifting into a dogleg, the bike responding agiley; rounding a sharp corner and finding a truck half in my lane; coming out of that winding pass onto a straightaway and shifting up to a more-than-apropriate speed.
Granted, there were a couple roads we missed due to overly heavy bikes (Harleys, as the Honda came down with a cold) but no matter. We made the best of it, riding to Talulah Gorge for waterfall Wednesday, and the Blue Ridge instead!
base of the falls
For some it’s dancing, singing, skydiving, racing cars, rock climbing… Bikes are my passion, riding them, pushing them. I’m not sure why it’s what I gravitated toward. Perhaps my dad’s racing career and love of everything motorized had a hand in it. It could be I thrive on the freedom, the adrenaline, the sheer danger of it.
My true hope is that everyone finds their driving force, their fire, and follows it; fulfills their desire to live. The happiest people on earth are those that follow their dreams and live their lives, every day.