CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 129

Jeremy Frost I was so excited about our trip. My husband (then fiancé) at the time and I had talked about “riding the Tail of the Dragon” for several months and now it was becoming a reality! We made arrangements for a good friend and his girl to join us, unfortunately due to family issues, she was unable to join us, and so the “Three Musketeers” were ready to ride! I guess I should give a little detail for those of you who are unfortunate, the “non-motorcycle riders”, The Tail of the Dragon, is a stretch of mountainous terrain that has 318 curves in 11 miles. It is actually Hwy 129 and considered to be one of the world’s foremost motorcycle roads. It begins in North Carolina and snakes it way through end in Tennessee. We live in Western Tennessee so we had a six hour trip (including the time zone change) ahead of us to even begin our adventure. So Friday morning finally arrived and in the wee hours of the morning our journey began. This was the first time we had not ridden our bikes to our destination of our trips and we were pulling them in our brand new trailer (again one of many first for us). We had been on the road for a few hours when the sun popped his bright head over the tree line, and it was beautiful. This sight reminded me of how blessed we all are and God’s beauty is all around us. If you have never seen a sun rise don’t wait any longer. I won’t waste your time sharing the details and particulars of the rest of our traveling(trust me, it was a lot of out of tune radio sing along, “pit stops” for necessities, bathroom breaks and fast food munchies. As we went down the last little hill, on what seemed like an endless winding country road (truly Bob’s road), we came face to face with the sign, “Dragon Tail this way”. Our friend and riding 129