Motorcycle Mojo – July 2019

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shoulder and a relaxed 70 km speed

limit. The pavement was almost always

in perfect condition, and what it lacks in

curves, it makes up for in historic stops

every few kilometres. It was lightly

travelled – even on Memorial Day

weekend – and the ratio of bikes to cars

was better than average.

I stopped at Mount Locust, the only

remaining of more than 50 inns once

found along the Trace. At Route 552,

I turned west and followed Rodney

Road, a wonderfully winding back road

through thick forest to see Windsor

primitive campgrounds on the park-

way. The night was so clear that even

the half-moon cast shadows, and so

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trees that it looked like Christmas. Two

owls asked each other “Who?” far into

the night.

I awoke well rested to a choir

of songbirds, complete with the

Ruins, an 1861 plantation mansion

that survived the Civil War only to

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remains are crumbling columns and

rusting ironwork.

Enough For One Day

Light was beginning to fade as I pulled

into Rocky Springs, one of three free but

DARK CLOUDS BEGAN TO

THREATEN, SO I PULLED

OVER TO BUTTON,

ZIP AND VELCRO EVERY

OPENING IN MY GEAR

In 1946, Elvis Presley’s

mother brought her son to

Tupelo Hardware to buy a

bicycle. Once they arrived,

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Elvis’ eye. Unwilling

to buy a gun, she

compromised on a guitar.

Tupelo Hardware remains

almost completely as it

was in 1946.