Intro shot: Hi yff, My only real ride report was a solo adventure to Alaska on an F800GS, but I thought I'd share some pics and thoughts from a recent trip to Deals Gap aka the Tail of the Dragon aka the sweetest muthafvckin road I've ever laid rubber upon. I trailered down my Aprilia supermoto from Pittsburgh, met up with my good friend Mike in WV, loaded his Ape Dorsoduro (similar to a Ducati Hypermotard), and we headed south. Before I hear any complaints about trailering and not riding... imagine riding a motocross bike 600 miles. The seat is 3" wide. And the bike would need two oil changes along the way... so it goes in the back and we ride in the car. I recently bought an awesome Thule enclosed trailer, but it's a smaller trailer and a tight fit for two bikes, so first I had to get my two bikes in, test fitted, and drilled for chocks and anchors. My Ape: The most fun you can have on two wheels on pavement The Dorso and Mike: Day 1: Pittsburgh to the dirty 12 hours, ~600 miles ENGAGE! Hit the road, here's WV. Yes, I am a professional photographer obviously: Met up with Mike, who rode out from DC and met me just south of Morgantown. We squeezed his bike and gear in the car, which is a huge SUV (borrowed from my parents, thanks mom and dad!) packed to the gills with all the necessities for ultimate car camping, and hit the road: Pit stop at the New River Bridge: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gFvY1_8OJ0o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> Mike: Me (Jon): While driving, we passed this. I'm not sure what to make of it, other than to acknowledge that its fucking sweet, and my trailer was jealous: It was hot, humid, and outside Knoxville about 1.5 hours from the campground we hit a serious storm. After riding to AK through 2000+ miles of constant rain, I was very comfortable in the dry car, with dry bikes in the dry trailer. While driving into the dirty, it occurred to us that to yankees showing up in the deep countryside in a Mercedes towing two finicky and odd looking Italian supermodels might immediately label us as outsiders, so a plan was hatched. We would stop at walmart for food and supplies (fuck yeah, car camping FTW), and while there we'd grab some authentic southerner apparel to blend into out surroundings. This meant camo hats, some 'merica (fuck yeah!) shirts, a case of budweiser, burgers, and a tank top. It's all about tactics: <iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xaoXEr94A9M?feature=player_detailpage" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> And finally got to the campground around 10PM. We drove the dragon on the way to the campsite, and it had us STOKED. It also had my one trailer bearing clicking... serious turns. It was dark, just starting to sprinkle raindrops, so we set up an elaborate car camping compound, drank moonshine and buds, and went to bed. More to come in tomorrow.