Its religion. No moto disciple is complete until he has made the pilgrimage down Skyline Drive, the Blue Ridge Parkway, roll on over to The Dragon, get scared by the real Crusaders, get your picture taken, and go home, if you didn’t get run over. Maybe take a little side pilgrimage to ride The Snake, little brother to the Dragon, which is also ancored by a moto friendly country store Twisty Temple at one end.
Of course, all us BMW riders are responsible law abiding citizens, many being Zen Agnostics who are quite satisfied to follow the path of the twisty way at a sedate pace, at or below the posted limits, at one with the god of idyllic touring. Is this fun, or what? …
