Thursday, November 30, 2006

Wheels Through Time, Cherohala Skyway, Foothills Parkway, Deals Gap, Smoky Mountain National Park

I decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm weather and make one more trip up to the Deals Gap area before old man winter really kicks in. I left on Monday morning and took mostly interstate to get to Maggie Valley, where I visited the Wheels Through Time motorcycle museum. It was definitely worth the visit, though it's quite a different place than Barber's museum in Birmingham. Barber's museum is immaculate and the bikes are in stellar shape and organized very neatly, whereas WTT's bikes are in various states from piles of rusted iron to fairly well maintained/restored, running bikes. Their display method is pretty cool in that there are many sub-displays depicting old shops and garages, so you're really taken back in time. The place smelled oily and greasy like a shop, which is great if you like that, as I do. I bought a T-shirt that I later realized smells like the place.







After spending a couple of hours there I proceeded to Robbinsville, where I stayed at Phillips Motel for the evening. I was very happy with this place and highly recommend it if you don't have super-high standards. My total with tax was $38.50, and the room was very cozy and had everything I needed. It's within walking distance of the stretch of US129 with restaurants and stores, such as Ingles Grocery, McDonald's, Wendys, and El Pacifico Mexican Restaurant. I walked over to McDonald's for a cup of coffee that I took back to my room and enjoyed while thumbing through a couple of magazines I'd brought and watching a bit of TV. Around 7:00 I walked over to the Mexican restaurant, which is the same one that Tom, James, Lauren, and I visited on our March 2006 Deals Gap trip; I highly recommend this place; the food is superb, the salsa is incredible, the prices are fair, and the staff is very friendly and prompt. I enjoyed the rest of the evening reading, doing Sudoku puzzles, and then watching Heroes and CSI:Miami.

Along Highway 28 en route to Robbinsville


Gas station in Robbinsville


Tuesday morning following breakfast at McDonald's, while checking out I visited with a fellow from St. Louis riding an FJR1300 who had ridden in the Iron Butt Rally; he was en route to the Atlanta area to visit his daughter and install cruise control systems on a couple of FJR's. I was on the road by about 8:30, and I first rode the Cherohala Skyway. The weather was fine until I got to about 5000' elevation, where I encountered very dense fog; I estimated my visibility at about 100'. I turned on my flashers and poked along at about 30mph for a few miles until I got back below 5000', when again everything was peachy.



About 5 miles before Tellico Plains was a sign for Bald River Falls, so I took the road, which was nice and curvy as it followed the river. It's certainly not a road for riding aggressively, though, as there is no room for error - no shoulder, and nearly a 90-degree drop into the river below. After about 6 miles I came to the falls, which were quite majestic and worth the detour.



From there I went through Tellico Plains, up 360 to Vonore, then 411 and 72 to 129, which leads to Deals Gap. I rode the Dragon twice each way, with no stops at the ends (1272 curves in 44 miles in an hour), because there was no one to visit. The store is closed for the season and no one was there, nor was anyone at the overlook. I wasn't totally alone out there; about five other riders were enjoying the rare opportunity to really enjoy the road. It was dry, clean, and empty, and the temperature was around 70 degrees! Couldn't have been finer!

I then rode the Foothills Parkway, which I absolutely love, up to Townsend, where I had a quick lunch, and then I took Little River Road into the Smoky Mountain National Park and got on 441 South. All was well for the first ten miles or so, and then it started getting foggy and drizzling. Right at the top of the mountain, just shy of Clingman's Dome Road, I heard a very loud bang. Since there were road construction signs in the vicinity, I first thought it was a dynamite blast, but then my rear end got squirrelly on me, and I knew my rear tire had blown out. Fortunately I was within site of a pulloff, so I rode up into it and checked out my tire, and it had a two-inch gash in it. Egad! I checked my tires that morning, and they were in good shape and properly inflated, so my best guess is that I ran over something sharp that sliced it. I had no cell phone service, but fortunately I was pretty close to the Newfound Gap parking lot, so I walked to it and there was one car with four middle-aged folks loading up after having been out hiking. I approached them and told them what had happened, so one gentleman first let me try his phone, but it, too, had no service, so they invited me to ride back down the mountain to the visitor center. I grabbed my luggage and loaded it in the back, and off we went. They were all very pleasant; I'm very fortunate to have encountered them.

The park rangers at the visitor center were also very friendly and gave me a place to stash my gear and a phone to use, so I got Motorcycle Towing Services, a AAA-type company for motorcycles that I am a member of, on the line. After a few phone calls back and forth, they finally recommended a towing place that I'd have to call myself and pay up front, and then be reimbursed. That was fine, so I called them, and they first informed me that the only payment they'd accept is cash, so I told them that as long as we could find an ATM somewhere we'd be OK. Then the fellow finally understood that though I was at the visitor center, my bike was 15 miles up the mountain, upon which he said sorry, can't do it. Great. It was then just a couple minutes shy of 5:00, when the visitor center closed, and the rangers said the bike had to come down and couldn't stay up there overnight. They knew of a towing company (Carr's in Pigeon Forge) and called them for me. What I'd spent over an hour on the phone with MTS trying unsuccessfully to do was accomplished by the NPS in just a couple of minutes. So I hauled my stuff out and waited for the wrecker to show up, and in the interim I was entertained by an Asian family who set their car alarm off and had trouble getting it to stop, all the while they were all running around yelling in their native language. I've got to say that I'm not all that impressed with MTS and will look into the HSTA towing service now that I'm a member of that organization.

The wrecker driver, Jeff, showed up in about 15 minutes, so up the mountain we headed. By then it was getting pretty dark, and I quickly realized the headlights were getting dimmer and dimmer. I finally mentioned something to the driver, and he reluctantly agreed that we were in bad shape. At the next pulloff we turned around and started heading back down the mountain with pretty much no headlights by then, and then the motor died from lack of fuel, since the fuel pump is electrical. So, we coasted down for a while until it was just too dark to safely continue and took the next pulloff we found. Fortunately we were far enough down to have cell service, so he called headquarters and informed them of the situation; they had to call in a driver on his off day to round up a pair of batteries to bring us to finish the mission. We waited probably close to a couple of hours for him (fortunately it wasn't too cold nor raining), but Jeff and I got along well and had a nice couple of hours of conversation. Clayton finally showed up with batteries, and we started up the mountain yet again. Within a couple of miles of my bike we hit dense fog like I'd hit earlier in the day, so we crept up the final bit at a snail's pace, but safely made it, got my bike loaded, and got back down the mountain safely. Since it was well past closing time of dealerships, they kept my bike overnight and dropped me off at a good, cheap hotel. This was about seven hours after the incident, and I was flat exhausted. Didn't even bother with supper.

The next morning I called around to local dealerships in search of a tire. MTS recommended Smoky Mountain Motorsports in Kodak, which is on I-40 east of Knoxville, and they turned out to be a good dealership and the only one that I called that had a 16" rear tire in stock. Unfortunately it was the crappy Dunlop K630 that comes stock on the Ninja 250, but it was either that or wait three days for something else to come in, so I took it. Clayton picked me up at the hotel with my bike loaded, and off to Kodak we went. The shop had my tire put on in about an hour and had me on my way.

After going up and down the mountain three times, I really didn't feel like doing it again, and I wasn't keen on riding back through Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg, so I just took the interstate home, though I did take the eastern Foothills Parkway (I had taken the western one on Tuesday), which is shorter and not nearly as scenic as the western one, but it was still nice and gave me some curves for the day.

Western Foothills Parkway


My poor bike


Eastern Foothills Parkway





It was a fantastic trip, even with the tire issue. I was fortunate in many regards: the folks who drove me to the visitor center, the little bit of help I got from MTS, the helpful NPS park rangers, the great towing company, and the good dealership who had a tire in stock. The museum was great and the pre-blowout ride on Tuesday was superb. Four runs of the Dragon with it dry and clean and hardly anyone on it. The Cherohala and the waterfall detour. The Foothills Parkway. Wow! I'm really glad I made this ride. All my photos from this trip.

4 Comments:

At Friday, December 01, 2006 11:20:00 AM, Anonymous Micah (Candyman) said...

Every trip on a bike is an adventure! Great read.

 
At Monday, December 04, 2006 11:40:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, Payne. This is Greg from the Road Atlanta trip. Duke sent me a link to your blog. Great story. Not necessarily the kind of adventure one would plan, but all's well that end's well, eh?

 
At Tuesday, December 05, 2006 12:36:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear about your tire incident. Great write up, and very cool pics.

 
At Tuesday, December 05, 2006 3:47:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ZZR_Ron

Remember,the adventure begins when
things go wrong...

 

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