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Search for:Shamrock Tour®: Bardstown, Kentucky
In many places, life is governed by stressful, pell-mell routines. Rush-hour traffic, get it done yesterday, I need that on my desk by five – now move, move, move! No wonder there always seems to be an underlying need to escape. That's why many of us ride. Out there, somewhere down the road, maybe, just maybe, we'll find that special place where...
Shamrock Tour®: Chattanooga, Tennessee
Three days, three states, a Triumph Thunderbird Sport and Moto Guzzi Café Sport sound like a recipe for adventure to me. So, when the phone call came through to ask if I wanted to come along, it certainly didn't take much more than a split second to sign up for this one, especially as the start of the tour is less than three hours from my North...
Shamrock Tour®: Paducah, Kentucky
"Paducah?" My friends at our neighborhood bar ask. "Paducah!?" Maybe they just like saying it—but, yes, having accepted an invitation to visit their Summer Festival, the HOG - Rally, and to ride the regional roads, I'm bound for Paducah....
Shamrock Tour®: Williamsburg, Kentucky
Two-lane asphalt snakes its way through steep mountain gorges sculpted over millions of years by rushing streams. Lush vegetation presses in from all sides, often overarching the road and blotting out the sun. On this, the fourth day of our tour, my feet and hands move with practiced precision, downshifting, tapping the brakes, leaning deeply into the...
Kentucky Bluegrass Joyrides
”Kentucky rain keeps pouring down…With the rain in my shoes, searching for you… In the cold Kentucky rain…”...
Eastern Kentucky Round Trip
The wondrous back roads of Eastern Kentucky unravel in crazy-quilt complexity. Hewn from time-scarred mountains and rising and falling along creek bottoms and ancient hunting trails, they wriggle in madcap fashion through boundless forests and hidden hollows. To a motorcyclist, it's country like this that represents the finest form of intoxication there...
Nashville Roundtrip
I've grown "comfortable" with the wiggle pulsing through the big Bandit's bars as I transition from the banked front stretch on to the flat of the track apron. I tickle the front brake lever to scrub off some miles per hour that a mere second ago were probably surging past 130 or more. That's just a guess though. I taped over the speedo so I wouldn't...
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