2,440-miles on a scooter in seven days will make not just some spongy buttermilk pancakes, but absolutely thin French crêpes out of an average man’s average buttocks. Not having a terminal with Wi-Fi out in the hills of Tennessee also means that you’re most-likely disconnected from the rest of the world (which could be a good thing in many ways) especially considering that I was on a vacation. So please, give me a minute, watch this short video of my wet slide down the TOD (4 minutes but took over three hours just to load), and I shall have more to report after my body is well-rested and my brain is up-to-speed. Where is Ed, btw? Please wish him safe on the roads.–Lorenzo
* Future updates of the Tail of the Dragon trip will be posted chronologically as they occurred.