Carmen
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Just got back from a four day, three night solo trip. First night was spent at Front Royal VA. Second night was spent in Marlinton WV and the third night was spent in De Boise PA.
I rode the Skyline and BRP from Front Royal to Roanake VA. From there a rode a wild rollercoaster of a road called 311 which led me indirectly to 219 north (did I mention that I got lost several times), which led me to my destination for the night, Marlinton WV. This town was hosting a Ducati Rally and my lodge was hosting several Ducati faithful who proved to be wonderful companions. They were all over the age of 40, from places like North Carolina, Tennesee, Alabama and Virginia. We talked about bikes and they were curious about Canada. The three guys I spent time with all had at least six bikes in their garage. Must be an American thing.
In Front Royal I met three guys from Quebec on their way to Deals Gap. My third night in PA was also eventful. There I met a father and son team from Brighton, Ontario also on their way to the Dragon. I was at a local steakhouse. I was finishing up my dinner and they were just arriving so left my dinner payment on the table and moved over to join my new friends when my waitress approached me with my payment in hand. I immediately thought, what have i done. Perhaps I didnt leave a large enough tip or maybe someone stole my payment. Anyway, I was informed that my meal had been paid by an anonymous benefactor. I was floored. It just felt weird. Apparently someone had eyed me eating alone and decided to pay for my dinner. I felt awkward so I gave the $20 to my waitress.
Here are my impressions of the areas I covered:
Virginia is beautiful. WV is pretty but very poor. PA is pretty but cannot hold a candle to the likes of the Appalachians or Adirondacks. People from the southern US are very cordial and people from Pennsylvania are nice too.
I was amazed how people took on a very thick southern accent the minute I crossed in WV from Maryland.
Had grits for the first time. One of my southern friends insisted I try them.
Sidenote:
Was seeking refuge from a hail storm under a bridge in central PA on Saturday, where I met a couple of bare-headed Harley riders doing the same. (That has got to hurt).
I rode the Skyline and BRP from Front Royal to Roanake VA. From there a rode a wild rollercoaster of a road called 311 which led me indirectly to 219 north (did I mention that I got lost several times), which led me to my destination for the night, Marlinton WV. This town was hosting a Ducati Rally and my lodge was hosting several Ducati faithful who proved to be wonderful companions. They were all over the age of 40, from places like North Carolina, Tennesee, Alabama and Virginia. We talked about bikes and they were curious about Canada. The three guys I spent time with all had at least six bikes in their garage. Must be an American thing.
In Front Royal I met three guys from Quebec on their way to Deals Gap. My third night in PA was also eventful. There I met a father and son team from Brighton, Ontario also on their way to the Dragon. I was at a local steakhouse. I was finishing up my dinner and they were just arriving so left my dinner payment on the table and moved over to join my new friends when my waitress approached me with my payment in hand. I immediately thought, what have i done. Perhaps I didnt leave a large enough tip or maybe someone stole my payment. Anyway, I was informed that my meal had been paid by an anonymous benefactor. I was floored. It just felt weird. Apparently someone had eyed me eating alone and decided to pay for my dinner. I felt awkward so I gave the $20 to my waitress.
Here are my impressions of the areas I covered:
Virginia is beautiful. WV is pretty but very poor. PA is pretty but cannot hold a candle to the likes of the Appalachians or Adirondacks. People from the southern US are very cordial and people from Pennsylvania are nice too.
I was amazed how people took on a very thick southern accent the minute I crossed in WV from Maryland.
Had grits for the first time. One of my southern friends insisted I try them.
Sidenote:
Was seeking refuge from a hail storm under a bridge in central PA on Saturday, where I met a couple of bare-headed Harley riders doing the same. (That has got to hurt).