Yes! If I remember heading north on the right side just after the defunct Motel. Unless its all been torn down by now.
I rode up from Daytona then crossed into Georgia years ago riding through all those fabulous pines in Georgia.
All the times slicing through the wind, rushing into the adventure of life, where you lose track of where the body stops and the bike begins.
I hate being old, but after my family, life on my motorcycles has always been my greatest rush.
I barged into the thread, I apologize.
