In the 60 or so miles between Dahlonega nad Toccoa Ga.... my daughter and mines idea of entertainment....
That's a church every 1.3(give or take) miles.
My daughter and I took a ride over to my uncles today for a little pre Thanksgiving get together. We took my car up cause it's kinda cold out today and we figured on bringing home food anyway. The visit was great and so were the vittles but the ride up and down was a bit of a drag.. woulda been bunches better on the bike.
As we were riding along in the comfort of the SS.. radio playing, good conversation, cozy temps.. I can't help but notice the difference in the mountains, the houses, the scenery I had enjoyed so much on my previous trips up as we ride along safely encased in our shell.
I had entertained the idea of riding the bike up today and would have if Angie hadn't decided to come along, and I couldn't help thinking how much more "real" for lack of a better word, everything feels on a bike. You don't just see it.. you feel it, smell it.. experience it.. more like a participant than an observer. It changes the same view from "Hey.. isn't that cool!" to "wow!"
Funny how easy it is to forget what drives us to this thing we love. Out there on the road, exposed to the elements, the cold, the rain, the soccer moms and the psychobikerkillers. But theres no other feeling like it anywhere.... In the wind.. free.. that's what it's about isn't it? call it what you want but that's it... that's the feeling... freedom..
