At the end of a row of charming antique shops and art galleries in downtown Landrum, South Carolina, awaits an eatery guaranteed to satisfy the culinary tastes of most any motorcyclist, whether you just want a beer and a burger or Szechuan duck paired with a fine...
Autumn makes the perfect time to drop down from the highlands to where the Blue Ridge Mountains emerge in north Georgia. Amid these rolling hills, the Tallulah River heads southeast through a beautiful series of manmade lakes before tumbling down the state’s most...
The bright blue water reflecting the cloudless sky above almost hurts your eyes when you gaze upon Lake Jocassee from Devils Fork State Park. The mountains on the far shore rise from the waters to form the Blue Ridge Escarpment, the great divide between mountains and...
Riding a motorcycle can be transcendent, even more so when you round a corner to spot the most magnificent private home in America. The Biltmore Estate in Asheville, N.C., makes the perfect riding destination in any season, but holds a special charm during the...
I felt a burst of cool air pass through my mesh jacket as I rode to meet my riding companions for the day. Summer’s heat was fading, and my favorite season for motorcycling would soon arrive. I remembered an ironic line from F. Scott Fitzgerald: “Life starts all over...
I gear down and gently roll out the mighty throttle on my black pearl 2007 Road King Custom. My eyes scan the shadowy apex and seek the end of the curve. I lean in and feel the sweep in my Levi’s clad hips. The next sensation I’m aware of is the corners of my lips...
In the Bavarian-themed town of Helen, Georgia, I spot the white Can-Am Spyder of Lamar Veatch outside a diner. We’ve come to this quaint tourist haven to ride the region’s best motorcycling roads and rediscover a bit of history. Veatch, a heritage associate with the...
By Michael E. Gouge Ancient and weathered it stands like a sentinel at the gates of another realm. Seen from the foothills of the piedmont, the Blue Ridge Escarpment rises suddenly to divide the land, allowing passage through only a handful of mountain roads. Savvy...
The thermometer says 24 degrees as the cold instantly stings my face through the opening of my balaclava. I coax my Suzuki V-Strom to life on this brisk December morning for a length-wide trip across my home state of North Carolina. As a schoolboy learning about North...
By Michael E. Gouge Old things call to me. Ramshackle barns, well-worn leather jackets, bypassed highways – each draw my attention and induce romantic notions of a past either real or imagined. Such an affliction can cause men to do irrational things, like buying a...
