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Discussion in 'Southeast, The Lair of the Dragon - The Blue Ridge' started by Ken Hooligan, Oct 2, 2017.
hehe I've already passed you by once and it just happened to be on Swedlin Valley Road.
I visited it once. Didn't see anything about bikes or riding. It's nice they can have their fun though.
Great Jefferson quote. If only the sage warning was heeded more...
I guess it got too popular.
In the early seventies, it was supposedly illegal or trespassing or something, but I don't think they were escorting people out yet. The things that went on there...
Yea, I have been dedicated to commuting on it lately. At least getting saddle time that way.
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My commute to work is 0.3 miles. It would take me longer to gear up than it does for me to walk to work.
I love saving on gas money, but I pretty much only ride on weekends or after work now if I'm feeling saucy.
Tough problem to have!
Seriously though, commuting? There are a lot of wackos on the street, it seems worse than ever. Fewer drunks perhaps, not sure, but it seems like a lot more people just not giving a s***. I guess with all the safety buffers that vehicles provide now, plus the requirement to be covered by insurance, people must feel covered. They're making the case for self-driving cars without any help from those who hope to profit from the technology. It's making it hard for old school people who believe that people should be held responsible for their own actions. The layer of separation allows people the attitude of detachment which leads to the feeling of it could happen to anyone. Bottom line for motorcyclists is that personal injury is so much of a greater risk. Even a "fender bender" level accident in a car could equate to a long hospital stay for a motorcyclist. Commuting could end up being a life-altering experience, and people will just say "oh well, he gambled on the risks". Hardly seems correct but that's where we are.
I've been commuting into DC from Damascus, MD for decades. Ahhh the stories . . .
Seriously, you get into a groove, just like with anything else.
I remember hanging at Dickerson Quarry in the 70s. Despite the signs, on a nice summer day there'd be a lot of people in the water, trying to climb the rocks, and just hanging around.
Some even had clothes on.
I don't think I knew how to swim in the 70s!
We could get away with sh1t that you wouldn't even consider today. One snowy winter night, I had been street racing with my Dad's LTD wagon and had my totally drunk and very "just had sex" g/f with me. We pulled up to a light and a couple of officers pulled up next to us. He put the window down, I did the same, and the g/f half climbed across me to yell "Hi Officers." They cracked up, told me to slow it down, and take the girl straight home.
I live in the Gettysburg area, I ride Michaux, up to Shade and Bald Eagle. Also, Mtn Ridge and Western MD on occasion. ST, DS and street.
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And some of those girls had already just had sex when they came on to us. Nobody was complaining.
But that was a different culture era. When cops were more peace officers than heavy handed enforcers. Before the us-vs-them attitudes on both sides. And bc pills not condoms.
We had a 455 Bonneville wagon. Cops asked me what my parents would think of me driving it that way. I didn't bother to tell him that I did all the work on the car and kept it up. Just promised I'd be careful and that was good enough for him. And i was always careful, back then personal responsibility was a thing.
We'd drive with beers in our hands. Michelob in bottles. Light beer didn't exist back then just real beer and 3.2 beer, but i digress. The only problem I had with drinking and driving was when I went over a bridge at a hundred miles an hour and both me and my friend had beer come out the top of our bottles and get on the headliner of my 69 charger r/t. That meant we had to pull off and clean the car up. Which was also a good excuse for a smoke break...
I kinda thought SQIBs had a nice ring to it
Post number 4 Dec 8th 2009......................
Good one Mica!
RTEs happen every month http://advrider.com/index.php?threads/first-mondays-baltimore-rte.878097/ Not usually in Baltimore .
OK, what's with the single "e" in the name of that road? That's the second use of that spelling here, and I certainly defer to the expertise of the Usual Suspects and regulars who used it, but see https://goo.gl/maps/BVKtAnXi4XJ2
However it's spelled, it's a fine road.
My little Stornello has primarily only known pavement in its first 1500 miles. It and I subscribe to Clint's "a man's gotta know his limitations."
But yesterday, I decided we both needed to see the Other Side a bit. Nothing ambitious, just some gravel and dirt roads. Even considered a ford, but discretion succumbed to valor, which was probably prudent.
Anyway, did 120 or so in Frederick County, Va., and Berkeley County, W.Va. [One of my (many) pet rocks is that I detest the USPS abbreviations for states. ]
Went from Cross Junction up to vic. Glengary, W.Va., then, as I discovered that Google maps was right and that one could not -- at least this one could not -- cross Back Creek on East Ganoetown Road. The depth looked doable, but I had no clue about the bed's surface. https://goo.gl/maps/6kD8TBgUDqP2
After more of the same in and around came home to reality, but will try to have more courage soon.
From the other side ... but I cheated and went around on roads a few miles.
Good call on the ford, I recently waded out there to see if it was doable, it was easily 3 ft deep in the middle. What dirt road are the red barn and shack in the above photos, doesnt look familar.