Another Milestone -- 70,000 Miles

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On May 8, 2020, 10 days ago, I reached a mileage milestone.

I'll tell you all about how and where it happened, but first a little background to the story. 

I started riding a motorcycle late in life -- in my 5th decade.  I had always wanted to ride, but never took the opportunity or had the life situation to do so.  The spark that started me on the way was a course catalog from a local community college. 

You see, I received the catalog because my wife and I were taking a class in stained glass construction offered by the same school.  We had a good time doing the glass, and we made several decorative items for around the house and for gifts.  The catalog in question later arrived and I paged through it, finding the Motorcycle Safety Foundation Basic Class. 

That got the wheels turning in my head. 

I asked Jeff, a guy at work who used to ride, whether he thought I could learn to ride, and he gave me a thumbs up. 

I started perusing the online selling sites for a bike, after researching what I thought I wanted.  I did not want a Harley.  Those are not my style.  I could not afford some of the higher-priced brands like BMW. 

I settled on the Kawasaki Ninja 650R.  It had good reviews, and was said to be acceptable, though not ideal, as a starter bike.  I found a 2006 with fewer than 1000 miles on it, in silver on a red frame offered by a fellow not too far away, contacted the seller, and asked him to let me know if he had another buyer. 

Meanwhile, I had to take the motorcycle class before buying a motorcycle.  After all, what would have happened if had I bought the motorcycle first and been a total failure at riding?  Fortunately, I did well on the written exam and good enough to pass the riding test. 

I called the seller, enlisted the aid of a friend to test ride the bike, bought it, and another friend Aaron rode it home for me.

Now, all I had to do was learn to ride it.


That began a flurry of riding, mostly to work and back and longer jaunts on Saturdays, with an occasional much longer route thrown in.

I shortly began writing this blog, and, among many other posts, were several about previous milestones:

• 10,000 miles 4/8/2009
• 25,000  miles 5/24/2011  
• 40,000  miles 2/3/2013  
• 50,000  miles 7/13/2015  
• 60,000  miles 9/26/2017  

Between September of 2007 when I bought the bike and now, I have enjoyed riding on many roads and seeing many sights. Below, you will find links to stories about some of them, along with other postings on a variety of subjects.  So, let's get started exploring. 

Now a little geography to get you oriented to the area I live in.  I am in the Upstate of South Carolina -- the northwest part of the state.   It is just a few miles to the Blue Ridge Escarpment.

Click the map to enlarge.

The Piedmont, or foot of the mountains, is flatter, but still has some rolling hills.

I live in the Piedmont not far from Pickens, which is shown in the center of the lower half of the map above.

Roads nearby that lead into the escarpment include, from west to east, SC-28, SC-107, SC-130, US-178, US-276, and old US-25, and the Greenville Watershed Road to Saluda North Carolina.  There are many places to go using these roads to get there.

• Many of my trips have included Whitewater Falls.  The road to get there, SC-130, north of SC-11, known as the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway, is pleasantly smooth and has lots of sweepers.  The falls is a short hike from the parking lot, and is well worth the visit.  The falls is one of the first landmarks I visited after starting to ride.  It is located just into North Carolina.
  
   
  

  By the way, Route 11 is a quick way to get from east to west at the foothills of the mountains, but don't be tempted to speed -- they run radar frequently.    

• Table Rock State Park is just off SC-11.  It has just a quick loop through the park, but you can get a good view of Table Rock, and there are several picnic areas and a ranger's office with a large topographical map of the park.   

• Caesars Head State Park is on US-276.  It has a nice overlook from the top of the Blue Ridge Escarpment, and has a few trails.  North Carolina is just north of the park. 
  
  
• Poinsett Bridge, the oldest bridge in South Carolina, and Boy Scout Camp Old Indian, are both not far off the route to Saluda North Carolina from otoursaswellld US-25. 

• The twistiest road I know of, Green River Cove Road, is just north of Saluda North Carolina.  

Campbell's Covered Bridge (also here) is a pleasant place to see a very old bridge, and maybe have lunch.  It is also a good place to see the remarkable effects of goats eliminating kudzu overgrowth. The area was covered in the fast-growing vine until a few years ago when they hired the goats.

• There were some trips on gravel here and here and a trip on Winding Stairs and to the top of Curahee Mountain Georgia.  Some of these trips were a little hairy. 
• Sassafras Mountain, the highest point in South Carolina is easy to get to, the roads being paved almost all the way to the top.  There was a photographer who snapped pictures of bikers at some S-curves on US-178 on the way north to Rocky Bottom where you turn to go to Sassafras Mountain. I posed for him a few years ago. 
  
  
• Another photographer, Blind Kenny, took photos on a twisty section of NC-80.  I posed for him, too.  

• The highest point in North Carolina is Mount Mitchell.  It is also easy to get very close to the top on paved roads just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. 
• I have viewed model railroads (also, here) and radio-controlled model airplanes in several places.  I had an afternoon of enjoyment at the Hendersonville North Carolina airport watching real airplanes and talking to airplane people.  

• I have visited railroad right of ways that are engineering marvels.  The Saluda Grade is the steepest standard-gage railroad in the United States.  It crests at Saluda North Carolina. 
  There is a 13-mile series of loops near Old Fort North Carolina that allows the railroad to gain elevation.  There is also a geyser there among the loops! 
  The Wells Viaduct, a tall and long bridge near Tocooa Georgia is a great place to watch trains. 
• Many of my trips have included the Blue Ridge Parkway, the closest entrance being about 50 miles from home.  That road is very beautiful and the riding is enjoyable. It is my favorite road in the area.  

 

• Destinations have also included three weekend retreats at the Rally to Ridgecrest in Black Mountain North Carolina.  (See also the additional links at the bottom of that posting.)  The rallies included worship, inspirational speakers, motorcycle classes, a patriotic trip to the nearby Black Mountain military cemetery, great food, and many rides in the mountains. 
• There were three trips to the Wheels Through Time motorcycle museum in Maggie Valley North Carolina. 
  
  
  

• The BMW Zentrum shows off BMW motorcycles and automobiles through the years in a building in front of their assembly plant in Greer South Carolina.  

• There is a satellite tracking station that was once top secret.  It is now called the Pisgah Astronomical Research Institute (PARI).  It is a very interesting place to visit to see the radio telescopes, and many exhibits.  They offer tours as well. 
  
  
  
• I have viewed the huge Ten Commandments on a hillside at Fields of the Wood near Murphy North Carolina.  I think they are the largest anywhere.  It happened on the day I rode the furthest in one day -- 302 miles -- and on that same day I rode into Tennessee just to say I had been there.  Nearby is the Road of Never-Ending Curves, a term coined by Stretch on one of the online forums.  It is a fun road, but it was dampened a bit by rain on the day I went there. 

There are also several compilations of odd sights I've seen.  Here and here and here and here. 

There are postings on politics and patriotism, too. Click on one of these terms on the left side of the page, as they are pretty important topics these days.  Our freedoms and privileges are being steadily taken away, and that someday may include our motorcycles. 

I have grabbed a few tags in the ADVRider Upstate SC Tag-O-Rama and the SC Tag-O-Rama. If you don't know what a tag game is, the first posting of each  link lists the rules.  I have been able to see some unusual places by playing the tag games. 


Safety is important for me as it should be for every motorcycle rider.

• Every mile of those 70,000 has been in full motorcycle gear: leather jacket and pants -- both with armor, boots, gloves, full-face helmet, earplugs, and back protector.  No matter what the temperature, I always dress like this.  I have ridden in 25 degree weather, 100 degree weather, and everything in between. 
  You can learn how I dress for the ride, especially for cold weather, in postings here and here and here.   These postings also detail the handlebar muffs, one brand of which is Hippo Hands, that I use in conjunction with heated grips for winter riding. 
• I also carry a whistle on a lanyard around my neck in case I run off into the woods somewhere and can't crawl back out.  
• I installed a headlight modulator that helps other drivers to see me. 
• Why it is important to carry complete identification, how to do it, and what the person back home MUST do in case of trouble. The latter is extremely important.  
• I installed rear view mirror extenders to help rearward vision that is often poor on a sport bike. They help a lot. 

I have written a few technical articles as well:

• Mapping routes on your GPS.  This is how you can select a route and enter it into your GPS instead of it telling you where it wants you to go. 
• How to fix the Garmin nüvi 765 power loss.  Don't junk it, fix it.  Also applicable to other similar nüvi models. 
• How to use your Garmin GPS.  Here and here and here and here.   Lots of good info. 
• How to unbrick your GoPro HD Hero 2.  Mine was dead as a doornail, but now has been brought back to life. 

There are some tips on riding technique that I have picked up:

• A vital lesson is scanning the scene before you.   Troxler's fading causes some visual objects to disappear from plain sight!  That is very bad for a motorcyclist.  You won't believe it until you see it in this posting. This is a must-read. 
• Riding downhill in the twisties is difficult for most riders. This posting tells how to control downhill speed while maintaining best control. 
• How to take curves smoothly. 
• You must look where you want to go.  This, too, is a vitally important thing to learn.  
• Eyeglasses or contact lenses for riding.  Which is better? 
• Talking to yourself when you ride is a surprisingly good idea. 
• Slow Look Press Roll or Ready Aim Fire?  What do you think?  
• Pavement Surfaces and Other Things to Watch Out For. 
• I took a Collision Avoidance Class that proved beneficial.   

A couple of guest writers weighed in with their stories here and here.

How to clean your leather gear at home makes you look good and saves money.  (Also, here)

There are a few heart-warming stories of human interest here and here and here and here.

The troubles with my motorcycle have been few.  Here are the major things, documented for the do-it-yourselfer.  I replaced the water pump seals twice, replaced the fuel pump, replaced the stator, replaced the battery twice, repaired the loose kickstand, and did the routine stuff like valve clearance adjustments, air filter cleaning, oil changes, spark plug replacement, rear shock/spring replacement, brake pad replacement, chain replacement and alignment, sprocket replacement, and so on. The fuel pump, stator, and water pump seals are common troubles with this bike. 

Tires have been one of the larger expenses, even though I get many, many miles from them because I am so conservative a rider.  I'm riding on my seventh front and my eighth rear tire.  I have used Michelin Pilot Road tires since I replaced the original equipment Bridgestone Battlax BT-20s. 

Through the magic of spreadsheets, I have kept track of a few statistics.  The bike has been out of the garage 834 times since I bought it. The average length of each trip is 84 miles, which includes many very short commutes to work and back.  I have ridden an average of 5538 miles per year. 

You can search for an item of interest on my blog by using one of the following methods:

Now, lets go back to my latest milestone, the 70,000 mile one. 

The last time I had the bike out, I was still 59 miles shy of that goal, so I need to go and made up the shortfall.  It is about 56 degrees and overcast, but it looks like a good enough day to take a ride.  Before I start out, I noodle what direction to go.  It seems fitting to use the first route that I ever rode with someone else, a  fellow named Ryan.  In March of 2008, I met him online, rode to his house near Cleveland South Carolina, and he shepherded me to Saluda North Carolina on old US-25 and the Saluda Road.  These are the roads that pass through the Greenville Watershed.  The city of Greenville and surrounding areas get a good part of their water from the lake created by the watershed.

In trying to find Ryan's house that first time, I took a wrong turn and happened to find the lighthouse on Tall Pines Lake described in this posting.

Ryan and I had a soda at Ward's Grill inside Thompson's Store on the main street of Saluda, then headed back the way we came.  He was very patient, and rode quite slowly so I, the novice rider, could keep up. 


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Here are a few pictures on the way into Saluda for the epic 70,000 milestone.  This is the view of town from the road into Saluda. 

The railroad tracks that you cross are no longer in service, since 2001, but they are at the crest of the Saluda Grade, the steepest standard-gage railroad in the United States.

The town is at a higher elevation of 2093 feet above sea level than the Piedmont, which is at 1053 feet where I live, so the temperatures are lower.   There are summer homes and rooming houses here to take advantage of the cooler climate.

Today, I ride around the town roads, and park when the odometer reads 70,640.  That is the mileage that indicates that I have ridden this bike 70,000 miles.  (It had 640 miles on it when I bought it.)  If you have been following this blog for a while, you know that this is the only real motorcycle I have owned, so the 70,000 mark is not only the mileage on the bike, but my mileage on two wheels as well. 

I park in front of the Police Department/City Hall/Mayor's Office building and snap a shot of my odometer and of Bucky in front of the building.

 
I then walk along the main street of town, the one that parallels the railroad tracks.  There are a surprising number of shops, and there are other things to do around town as well, though many businesses are still closed by the North Carolina governor's fiat.   Some may never reopen due to the severe economic effects of his orders.

I spot a vintage Oldsmobile convertible that probably belongs to one of the local residents. 

The town hall includes the mayor's office, and that space is used for the jail as needed.

Actually, the office/jail is really just a tiny closet with a plant growing in a pot.  I'm not sure many people pick up on the joke of the lettering on the glass door. 

Ward's Grill is still here in Thompson's Store, the oldest grocery in North Carolina,  They cut their own meat and have lots of other foods to pick from.  They serve breakfast and lunch, and you can have a Coke here like Ryan and I did well over a decade(!) ago.

The M. A. Pace General Merchandise store is also still here.  I met Mr. Robert Pace, the then proprietor, several years ago.  When we would walk into his store after our ride into town, he would take note of our mode of dress and tell us that we "look like you just stepped off of a spaceship."  The current proprietor is Leon Morton, who is a cousin of the late Mr. Pace, who died in October of 2010.  He is no spring chicken, but he is a spry and talkative man.  That's him hanging up a giant ice cream cone outside his store.  He was teetering on a chair to reach the hook, so I helped him a bit.

This is an enlargement of one of the pictures on the wall in the
photo above it.  It is Mr. Robert Pace, the previous proprietor.
The eyes of the picture supposedly  follow you as you move. 

 

Mr. Morton.

There are inviting displays of produce outside and within.  They still sell all kinds of hardware, food, and ice cream, and the place is filled with antiques that are not for sale. The previous proprietors had a squirt gun to use on patrons who attempted to take something for which they did not pay.  A wet head was their clue to make the situation right. That squirt gun is still behind the counter -- and loaded. 

There are several other buildings on the main street of town.  The depot was moved a few hundred yards from a place adjacent to the tracks.  The depot is now a museum and gift shop.

Other buildings have retail space, and there are several other places to eat.

After I walk around the little town, I come across this pretty girl, waiting for me. 

She has been faithful these many miles.  I get on the bike and head back home the same way I came. 

About 20 miles from home it starts sprinkling.  The rain steadily increases until it is coming down pretty heavily. 

But I didn't melt in the rain and got home safely. 

I have set up my spreadsheet for the 80,000 milestone.  We'll see if I get that far one day.
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A Pretty Day in the Mountains, but More Disappointment

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Well, I went on another ride a couple of days ago.  The weather was again beautiful, and I was looking forward to a few hours out in nature. 

I didn't have as good a time as I would have liked a few days ago on a ride due to bureaucrats deciding for us what we can and cannot do.  I'd recovered a little from that and decided to make another go on the bike. 

Today, I start out from home, and wander around a bit on the roads north of my house.  It isn't far to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Escarpment, so I go that way, north from Pickens South Carolina.  I meander in that direction, finally coming out at the junction of US-178 and SC-11.  I head further north on US-178, hoping to have a look from the lofty 3,554-foot elevation of the highest point in South Carolina, Sassafras Mountain.  Sassafras is a place I have often visited on the motorcycle.  

US-178 from SC-11 to Rocky Bottom is in pretty good shape, and there are some nice repeating s-curves near Rocky Bottom.  I enjoy taking the curves at a snappy pace for me.  Many motorcyclists use this section of road heavily, especially on warm weekends.  There is almost no traffic today because all of the schools and most businesses are closed. 

Here is the general route from Pickens to the road leading to Sassafras Mountain:

Just past the sign for the Rocky Bottom Retreat and Conference Center of the Blind, I turn right onto F. Van Clayton Highway, and see a new road sign.

I don't pay it much attention, and continue motoring toward my goal today. 

This road is also not too bad, a little narrower than US-178, and there is only one hairpin curve, surprisingly on the way to the top of the mountain.  (There isn't a warning sign for that hairpin, so be on the lookout.) 

As I near the road to the top, just where Glady Fork Road turns off to the left, I see it: 

A brand new, heavy-duty gate across the road, complete with stop signs and flashing solar-powered warning beacons.  I have not given it a thought today that they would close a mountain.  Now it dawns on me that the sign down near Rocky Bottom said the following: 

GATE AHEAD

ROAD CLOSED

PAST 

GLADY FORK RD

I suppose that new and substantial gate was paid for by taxpayers -- TO KEEP OUT TAXPAYERS!!!

I'm steamed, thinking about this stupidity, and the waste of my money to keep me out. 

I dismount, and take a closer look. 

Even more closely:

Yep.  Closed until further notice.  That could be years, maybe forever. 

I'm not only steamed, I'm fried, now.  I know, I know, they are just trying to keep us healthy.  Sure.  Keeping us out of the fresh mountain air will keep us healthy. I'll be healthier on this side of the gate than on the other. 

I also note that the new gate is in a fairly steep section of the road.  Whoever designed the gate forgot about this slope so the bottom of the right stop sign drags on the pavement when they open the gate -- whenever that is.  The pavement has bent the bottom of the sign away from the face of the gate. Clever. 

I look back toward my bike and spot something interesting.  Do you see it in this photograph? 

That is Glady Fork Road going off to the right in the picture.  Two of the three cars are parked on the wrong side of the road, probably indicating that they came here from the same way I did on F.Van Clayton Highway to the left in the picture. 

I have never seen anyone park there before.  I don't believe there is anything else around here that would require parking in that location. 

You know what I'll bet? 

I think that these folks got to the same point as I have, and decided to see the top of the mountain anyway.  ...from the nearly new overlook structure there.  Good for them. 

Here is a crowd on the observation platform September 2019. 

Here is a view from the top on the same day. 

Well worth the time to see the view, I'd say. 

Don't tell anybody about the cars parking near the gate, 'cause then the authorities might come by here and ticket or tow the taxpayers (and visitors) who simply want to see what is theirs. 

By the way, I am also getting a little fidgety, because I need to find a place to relieve myself.  Old men need that a lot, it seems.  Thinking about the nearly new restroom at the top of the mountain makes this even worse.  Torturing, I'd say. 

I nevertheless, mount my steed and head back the way I came. 

When I get to Pickens, I look for a good place; one where I don't have to take off my helmet or worry about the bike while I am using the facilities in some store.  ...and come to think of it, there aren't many stores open anyway. 

I think of just the place.  There is a city park with a playground, a trail, and a restroom just off US-178.  I go that way and find this: 

Closed.  I go on a little further to the Pickens Recreation Center, which is a gymnasium with ball fields and a very nice BMX track behind it. 

Closed too, though there is a small group of employees gathered on a picnic bench outside in the rear of the building.  They look to be much closer than the regulation six feet apart. Naughty, naughty! 

Now what will I do?  I am getting desperate. 

I wander around the city streets and spot this: 

See that house on the right?  It is being refurbished. 

Know what the workers need?  They need a place to go potty!  ...and they have just such a place. 

And I need one. Now. 

I quickly turn around, and park on the opposite side of the street from my immediate goal.  There, a guy is cutting his lawn on a tractor.  I have my helmet on, and my earplugs in.  I want to tell him why I am going to park on his sidewalk, but the noise of his tractor prevents him from hearing my muffled voice from within my helmet, even when I get closer to him.  [Not too close, mind you.] 

I suppose he might be a little wary of me, too.  I can't imagine why.  I'm sure motorcyclists in leathers stop here frequently. 

Finally, I devise a solution.  I give the universal sign of needing to go -- pointing at the nether regions -- then at the potty across the street. 

The shadow of my arm pointing at my immediate goal. 

He gets the message, acknowledges that he understands, and I sprint across the street. 

Whew.

I then mount up and head for home, tooting my horn in thanks to the man on the tractor. 

I really did have a nice ride today, but trying to find a suitable place when nature calls has, again, not been easy. ...and I really want to get our freedoms back, so I can go where I wish, see what is mine to see, shop where I want, and not feel as though I might be breaking rules all the time. 

I hope this nonsense ends soon, so we can again live in freedom. Write to your governor to tell him that. 

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100 miles and Some Disappointing Stupidity

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I went out on a ride of a little over 100 miles the other day, in the beautiful foothills of the Blue Ridge Escarpment near my home.  It was a wonderful day to be out: just the right temperature and with only a few clouds in the sky.

I motor north to Pickens South Carolina and follow US-178 from there to SC-11, the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway.  I am enjoying the ride, but need to stop for a necessary break.  I decide that Keowee-Toxiway State Park picnic grounds would be a good choice.  

This is usually a quiet place to stop, but not today.  It is dead, because it is closed.  If I go in there, I might become infected, I guess. 

With what?  Something they are now saying is no worse than the common cold!   

Stupidity.  I think about hopping the gate and seeing whether I came down with anything. 


(No, I don't hop the gate.) 

Oh well, Ill go on further and find another place.  I hope I can wait a little longer. 

I continue on SC-11 to the Tamassee DAR School.  It is housed on a beautiful 110-acre campus with housing and other facilities for children without parents at home.  This facility has been open for around 100 years, serving children who have no other place to live.  They have a faith-centered program, including an early childhood learning center, an after school program, tutors, help for troubled kids, and they instill good citizenship and values.  In other words they have been building solid citizens from the children they serve. This is one of several DAR schools in the country. 

I noticed on their website, after I returned from my ride, that they are having to terminate many of their services because of a South Carolina lawsuit and new federal guidelines that require kids without parents at home to be placed in individual foster homes instead of group homes such as the DAR School that have been successful, reliable, and loving places where they can grow up in a stable environment -- and have done so for a hundred years.  

The lawsuit cites the fact that there are too few foster homes available in South Carolina, so, in response, they are making it impossible for the DAR School to continue to provide the very thing that is in short supply! 

Now these kids will be in fewer and less stable foster homes. This is stupidity with real consequences for these kids.  Government is damaging their futures. 

The nearby thrift shop run by the DAR School as also closed for the same reason Keowee-Toxiway Park is closed.  

So government has pinched off even more of the funding they so desperately need.  


I am not enjoying the ride nearly as much at this point.  Nevertheless, I stop at one of the picturesque places on the DAR campus, to view the Flat Shoals River from the bridge over it.  

I make my way to the river bridge for some pictures.

The view from the other side. 

Well, that is certainly a nice view of the river here.  I feel a little less tense, frustrated, and angry, having looked it over.  

Here are some pictures taken in November of 2009 of the buildings and sculpture on the campus.  

A nice place for kids, certainly.  


...but I still need to make a stop someplace.  

There are several man-made lakes in the Upstate of South Carolina, with almost unlimited opportunities to enjoy the water from the shore, from a boat, or even as a SCUBA diver.   

There are two nearby places to launch boats onto Lake Keowee (and that have rest rooms): Falls Creek Access Area, on Landing Road near 162 Fall Creek Church Road, Salem, SC 29676, and Fall Creek Access Area, directly to the east from 595 Shallowford Road (State Rd S-37-44), Salem, SC 29676. 

I decide to go to the first one.  As I near the turnoff, I spot the signs. 

Ahh.  Relief, soon.  

But wait.  What are those red tinged signs?   They look familiar, for some reason. 

...and what is that block of concrete there for? 

...and this sign in the road. 

...and more blocks of concrete. 

Oh, no.  Now what'll I do?

I stop for a few seconds, then dismount, walk through an opening at the end of the giant concrete blocks, and find the nearest natural restroom.

Relief, at last.

I get out my lunch and a bottle of water and eat in peace, there where no one was likely to come.  As I walk about, I take a better look at the red-edged signs.

Temporarily closed, eh?

This closure surely doesn't look temporary to me, what with the concrete blocks and the ROAD CLOSED sign embedded in the pavement.  I had gone into the forbidden zone, risking life and limb, apparently.

When I am sated, I pack up my tank bag, and go a mile or so to the other boat launch, the one to the east on  Shallowford Road.  I fully expect that I will find the same thing.

To my surprise, I find this:

An empty parking lot.  There is one pickup truck with an empty boat trailer and a single car.

The ramp is open with no warning signs in sight.

This must be a (the?) safe place in the park system.  I feel as though I can breathe freely here.  If someone had come along, I might even have risked getting less than 6 feet from him.

What freedom!  Right here in South Carolina -- at a park no less.

I spend a few more minutes savoring the view, the clean air, the beautiful sky, then start my motor and meander my way back home.   


I really did enjoy my time out, but the unreasonable restrictions are disappointing, unnecessary, and stupid. 

We have lost many of our freedoms in the just the last four or five weeks.  Our economic system has suffered a devastating blow because of mandatory closures.  The news people mostly support our downfall.



The leftists have succeeded in causing us deep distress that we may never recover from. 

...all in the name of protecting us from what amounts to the common cold. 


Maybe the next thing they'll take away is our scooters -- since they have no practical or necessary benefit in the eyes of the leftist bureaucrats. 


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