Fog hugged the ground as I set out in the pre-dawn hours of Monday for a long day on the Harley, participating in “Million Mile Monday,” an annual day when members of the Harley Owners Group try to log as many miles as possible in a 24-hour period.

Rode 971 miles last year.  Wanted to beat that number this time around.

Headed north on Route 8 in the murk, towards Interstate 81 and turned Southwest towards the Johnson City, TN exit for breakfast at a truck stop.  Still dark when I turned the Harley north on I-26 towards towards deep Southwestern Virginia and into Kentucky, to Hindman and then on up to Pikeville. Watched the sun rise over the Kentucky mountains.

Just outside Hindman, stopped to rest next to an old country store and talked to Charlie Swank, a lifelong resident of the area.  Said he rode a Triumph back in the day.

Out of Pikeville, headed north to Point Pleasant, West Virginia, then east along the Ohio River to I-77.  South to Charleston then on to the Midland Trail (U.S. 60) through the mountains and the Greenbrier Valley and Lewisburg.  Turned on U.S. 219 south towards U.S. 460 near the Virginia-West Virginia border and headed north towards Christiansburg and coffee at New River Valley Harley-Davidson.

Drove to Floyd, then up U.S. 221 towards Roanoke and I –81 to Winchester.

Amy and I spent a lot of time in Winchester when we lived in Northern Virginia, often eating breakfast or lunch at the Triangle Diner.  The diner closed some years ago but was bought by new owners who are restoring it.

From Winchester, east on Virginia Route 7 to Leesburg. Picked up Route 15 north to Frederick, Maryland, then swung by the eastern edge of Washington, DC.  Picked up U.S. 301, crossed over the Potomac and headed south to Richmond. Headed out of Richmond on U.S. 360 to 460 and then west to Roanoke.

Arrived back in Roanoke just in time for a 6:30 p.m. officers’ meeting of the Roanoke Valley officers Group, then headed south on U.S. 220 to Martinsville, then up U.S. 58 to Stuart, up Lovers Leap to the Blue Ridge Parkway, stopping to photograph Mother Nature’s light show from an approaching storm.

North on the Parkway to Floyd County, pulling into the garage at 11:47 after 1,154.7 miles on a long, but enjoyable day seeing the sights of five states.

A long soak in the hot tub and I was good as new.

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