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Music and Motorcycling

Posted by Rob Brooks | Feb 12, 2024 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 2 |

Appalachian Playground

Posted by Ted Edwards | Oct 29, 2020 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 10 |

Road Dirt Rides Nikens

Posted by Rob Brooks | Oct 26, 2020 | Bikes & Gear | 0 |

Iron Horse Motorcycle Lodge & Resort

Posted by Rob Brooks | Oct 19, 2020 | Rides & Roads | 2 |

Music and Motorcycling

by Rob Brooks | Feb 12, 2024 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 2 |

Music and motorcycling just fit together, “like peas and carrots” as Forrest Gump once uttered. It seems like I’ve accumulated memory banks full of songs that hearken back to a certain ride, and vice versa. I’m not sure what dynamic is taking place, but nearly every road trip I’ve taken, sometimes even while local or regional riding, a song becomes the soundtrack that takes me back to that place, that bike, that traveling companion, that experience, every time I hear it. Here’s a few more of my favorites from the road.

Appalachian Playground

by Ted Edwards | Oct 29, 2020 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 10 |

If you want a land to get into your soul, ask it to dance. Roam through its curves, flirt with its scenery, stop and stare at its unfolding landscape and it will talk to you, revealing itself like an intimate dance partner. Ask the landscape questions and it will whisper the answers in your ear, embedding it into your memory forever. As a northwest native, I never thought I could feel that way about Fall in the Appalachians.

Road Dirt Rides Nikens

by Rob Brooks | Oct 26, 2020 | Bikes & Gear | 0 |

We rolled into the parking lot of Wheels Through Time Motorcycle Museum in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, anticipating an enjoyable walk back through the annals of American motorcycle history. As with everywhere we rode the Yamaha Nikens, a gathering of gawkers closed in, slack jawed and cameras snapping. An old curmudgeon in a “brand specific” shirt shuffled up to Ted, who was still removing his helmet, and loudly asked in a deep Southern drawl, “Whut da hail is ‘at??” Ted smiled and replied, “It’s a Yamaha Niken.” Before he could offer any details, the old codger declared, “Ha, more like a Yamaha nuthin!” There was a brief moment of stunned silence on our part, as he ambled around the bike, chuckling. Did this clown really just insult the motorcycle of a total stranger??

Iron Horse Motorcycle Lodge & Resort

by Rob Brooks | Oct 19, 2020 | Rides & Roads | 2 |

Nestled among the ancient, sublime Great Smoky Mountains of western North Carolina, down a winding, narrow road through a verdant valley, lies a secluded, 40+ acre motorcycle resort that attracts riders from across the continent and even the world. Iron Horse Motorcycle Lodge & Resort, first established in 2003 “by riders for riders”, resides along a meandering, burbling creek fed by chilly mountain waters, and serves as the perfect base camp for some of the best motorcycle riding in North America.