Yesterday’s HOG chapter ride was so nice I decided to take the Road King out again today, albeit this time by myself. It was a beautiful morning. And as I rolled eastward into Fairfax County, I debated where to go. Sometimes the answers come to you. Sometimes you have to go find them.
Skirting Clifton on a circuitous route towards Patriot HD, I had the same thought that came to me on a similar ride seven years ago. The one I recounted in Echoes of the Mind. And so it was that I guided the big Harley out along Newman and Colchester, to Popes Head.
I’ve had two street crashes in the 34 years I’ve been riding. One fifteen years ago. And one – the first – just a handful of months after I started riding, lo those many years ago.
It’s all written up there in “Echoes”, so I won’t say much more about it here, but I did stop and take a few pictures today.
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This one shows the entrance into the first of the two corners, the left-hander. You can just see my Harley parked at the base of that turn, the same spot where I parked the Suzuki on that ride seven years ago.
Heading Towards the Left-Hander
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The next one here is right at the base of the first turn, looking up the little hill towards the right-hander…
Heading Up the Hill
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And, finally, here is the crest itself, where the corner breaks hard right. It all unraveled shortly after this…
The Crest