...is the slogan for travelers on Highway 129 in Tennessee, also known as TAIL OF THE DRAGON. So I did.
This guy is one of a trio who stakes out a curve for the day, shoots away with a long, fast lens then sells his photos on line. Kind of like the guys who perch on riverside rocks and take photos of people in yellow rafts almost drowning in white water!
Pausing at the Kool Aid stand at the top to chat, check out the view, admire the wheels, maybe leave a reminder you passed by - every year you passed by - trade horror stories, polish the chrome AGAIN, then strap up and move on, strangers no more.
And here I thought Lazy Dazers were freaks about keeping their rigs spotless!
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Bikers seem to cross cultural, age and gender lines. To me they seem a bit cultish with a special dare-devil gene! There seem to be as many gray-haired grandparents as there are hotshots barely out of their teens. They travel solo, in pairs, in clubby groups on stripped-down racing bikes, touring bikes with saddlebags and some pulling a matching trailer containing camping gear.
Patchwork, the real thing!
The bike of choice still seems to be a "Hog;" they come from all over the world and congregate at "Motorcycle Resorts." Well, why not? Deal's Gap has a campground, motel rooms, cafe, a retail store that sells all things motorcycle, and pint-size parking spaces!
The TREE OF SHAME! It would be funny if it didn't represent such unfortunate occasions. OK, I chuckled; it's funny!