by Doug Thompson | Apr 28, 2014 | Musings
Fog, lots of fog, engulfed my Wrangler as a I drove from Roanoke to Floyd Monday night. On Bent Mountain, my pace slowed to less than 30 miles per hour because the thick, overwhelming, blanket of fog turned visibility to near zero. I continued to drive gingerly on a...
by Doug Thompson | Apr 10, 2011 | Featured, Musings
Heavy, soupy fog smothered the area Saturday morning as I wheeled my Harley out of the garage for a ride to Christiansburg and the regular monthly meeting of the New River Valley Harley Owners Group. The cold seeped through several layers of heavy riding gear and...
