168-ish miles (it’s cold outside and I don’t want to check the odometer).
I’m so thankful Don reached out at Elk Mountain Overlook, to ask if I wanted to join him and his friends to ride The Snake. Time of my life, grinning ear to ear!
Now safe and warm by a fire, thanks to the hospitality of the illustrious author, Alan Gratz.
Rode in three states today, two of them new states for the scoot – North Carolina and Tennessee. I couldn’t help but announce them in my helmet like a personal MC. I also announce animals, ie: “DEER!” “BUNNY!” “SNAKE!” (it was run over) “CATERPILLAR!” (inching across the road, several of them, not even kidding). Solo riding quirks begin…