This weekend I decided to take a little trip back in time. I regret there are no photos to share but I only have a digital camera and they aren't invented yet. Do WHAT? Ok, I don't have a time machine but I did take a little nostalgia trip Saturday.
When my family moved to Georgia I75 didn't exist. We traveled to central Georgia via GA 41. Needless to say that was many years ago and lots of water under the bridge. However, I remember the 12 to 14 hour trips back to Kentucky and Indiana for summer vacations. Today traveling the big "I" that same trip only takes 7 to 8 hours (unless I let the wife drive then it's 9).
I've wanted to travel 41 back home for years but never took time to do so. Well Saturday I started that trip. I say started because I only went from Macon to Griffin, GA. I really enjoyed the ride. There were many stretches of road with trees overhanging the road providing a cool shaded interlude to what was other wise a hot Georgia afternoon.
Railroad tracks parallel the road for most of the trip. It's was a nice county ride reflecting a more laid back way of life. As I rounded one long turn the road opened up to a large farm owned by a farmer with a sense of humor. He had taken four large round bails of hay and created a caterpillar to entertain the passerbyers. This was a real work of art too. He made arms out of drain pipe and used plywood to make eyes, mouth, and antennas. I might have to go back to get a photo.
Another turn opened up to a lovely view of rolling fields and a huge oak, and I mean H U G E, growing at the top of a rolling meadow. It made you want to stop and sit for a spell. Finally the country road opened up and turned into a divided highway. The divided road and accompanying traffic brought me out of my self imposed time capsule back to reality.
As I returned to reality I realized it was lunch time. This looked like a good time to end todays ride. I spotted a Backyard Burger in Griffin and pulled in. As the rumble of my Vance Hines exhaust went silent, the kick stand dropped and I took a minute to remember how things use to be. All the stress of todays fast pace life had momentarily been forgotten. You can't explain the enjoyment and refreshment you get from a back road trip on a two wheel time machine. If you don't own a HOG you just don't understand.
Next time I'll bring the camera. Until then ----
