North Carolina Coast

North Carolina Coast
With the new Le Mans and Stone (on loan from Moto Guzzi) beneath us, Christa and I put them through their paces on a treasured trip along the North Carolina Coast.

Goose Bumps

Late in the afternoon, with some 80 miles to travel, there's little time for us to chew the fat with the folks in Angier, NC, Moto Guzzi's headquarters in the USA. Nightfall is coming on and we need to scoot to make Rocky Mount where our tour begins in the morning.

We start them up and the sound of the Le Mans raises goose bumps all over my back. What a feeling! Christa turns out of the driveway and I follow, concentrating on the reverberations of the bikes. My wife has chosen a nice road but with darkness settling in we quickly selected a more direct approach: I-95.

Sans Souci

With only four days for this tour, our luggage requirements are minimal. And even though Christa didn't bring all her makeup equipment along, I still had to battle a bit the next morning to find the right hooks and thingamajigs to affix the bags. That chore done, the roadway called.

On 64 East to Tarboro, then at Princeville onto 258, and later on 142, we take the first real measure of our machines. They run great. The performance and traction invite us to open the throttle wide and enjoy the speed. When Christa catches my glances, she lifts a thumb skyward. That's her signal: Let's fly; it feels good. Turning a sharp right on 125 toward Williamston, we pass through town and hit 17 North.

Slowing for a special street  -  here she is  -  a hard tug on the brakes, the rubber almost smoking (good going Guzzi!), we follow Woodard Road. Where pavement ends and gravel begins, there's Sans Soucis, the ferry location for crossing the Cashie River. The cable ferry creaks across the glassy water and deposits two shortcut artists on the opposite shore. Thereon, a one-lane road bordered by cypress, ferns, and wild orchids leads to NC 308. This river crossing is a nice break, giving us time to discuss our Guzzi impressions and restoring the blood flow to our backsides. Next up: 45 and 17 to Edenton.