Robbinsville NC, Kiwi Mike

The rocky formations in TN are way cool and we start out with some good up and down grades. One of the down grades has 2 truck run away ramps which is a pretty serious down grade. We are on the freeway for a while in order to get around Chattanooga and our bikes hold their own on the freeway. Thank goodness everyone seems to leave us alone especially the big rigs hauling ass past us.


Greg is leading (MADD Mike no good with turns this early) and we pull off for breakfast and the choices at the intersection are Waffle House or McDonalds. Thank goodness Greg picked Mickey D's. I was getting a bit worried, 2 Waffle Houses in a row, please say it aint gunna be so.

A gentleman came up and asked us if it’s ok to take pictures of our bikes. Sure mate. He went to town and was fascinated by them even rolling around on the ground. Maurice is his name, super nice guy.

After Maurice drove off a Yamaha 650 twin bobber rolled up with no fenders on it as well as his mate and wife on a late model Harley tourer. They were fascinated by the bikes which caught their eye while on their way to the Jack Daniels distillery tour. We had a nice chat for quite a while. His wife said to me quietly, you know they aren’t going to leave until you fire your bikes up, she laughed. Good times.

Off down the road we go heading for the narrower roads and hills of NC.
We enjoy the way many folks speak and spell around here. We’ve seen several signs that spell Yellow as Yella, hmmmm.

After a few hours of riding we figure we better get some lunch before going into no mans land of no services. We ask a lady walking down the sidewalk of a good bbq place and she sends us to a place called Michaels. We pull up to Michaels which is in a nice shopping center and their sign reads “Casual Dining” Boy this is so unlike us. We walk in and it’s not what we have been used to for a while. The food was good but it was an unentertaining lunch as we have been used to all sorts of colorful characters. We’ve gotten used to eating at cool out in the middle of nowhere places on the side of the road. This nice place was not us.

We made a change in ride route to Robbinsville so as we could ride the Cherohala Skyway. Wow what a great piece of highway, narrow 2 lane road with trees over hanging the road in places that went up to about 5500 ft. The view spots were awesome overlooking everything for as far as the eye could see. It would have been even better if you didn’t have to listen to the Harley riders loud exhausts in the distance. Then in rolls 2 guys from Boston on their late model Harley baggers with their feet high on the highway pegs mounted on the front crashbar looking like 2 cool goof balls. It’s a narrow, twisty tight turns uphill road and there is no way you are going to ride it looking that cool. Then they struck up a conversation about how wet and slippery the roads were. Funny how we came over the same roads and they were bone ass dry with plenty of traction. Then they continued to brag about their bikes being paid for. Well let’s see, you could add both of your bikes together and it would still come up to way less than ours, dam dickhead posing city slicker townies. Maybe you 2 posers should go back to riding school and learn how to ride IN BOSTON!!!I come from the country in NZ and I sure as know a wanker when I see one and I was looking at 2 right now. 

The weather gods were with us once again for most of the day except for just a few miles near the bottom near Robbinsville which is our home for the night. The rain made the roads real slick so we just babied our bikes in. I’m sure the 2 posers chickened out way way back and stopped at one of the covered spots along the way. WANKERS!!!

Greg asked several people in town where the Two Wheeled Inn is and each one gave us bum directions but we eventually found it. It is way cool and set up just for bikers. As we roll in the husband and wife owners are sitting in a chair in front of the check in office and get up to greet us and we all start chatting. Way cool folks and I’d highly recommend this place to anyone. It’s pretty handy to town, just 2-1/2 miles. Nice.
Each room has a little garage beside it to hold 2 bikes. It’s just made for motorcyclists.

NC is absolutely a motorcyclists wonderland. Just gota watch out for the city slicker posers but we know how to shut em down with our Harley jokes. We be good ambassadors from the left coast.