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| Parked outside the Bright Morning Inn in Davis, West Virginia |
After the boys rolled up we hit the ground running. We were a bit behind schedule so we hit the freeways hard.
At a Pilot gas station somewhere in Maryland. The Tuono gets even poorer gas mileage than the Panigale, so we found ourselves stopping every 100 miles or so.
We stopped south of Cumberland, Maryland, where the topography started to get interesting (crossing over an aerial network of skyway thruways). We all would have liked to stop in Cumberland, but it was getting late so we pressed on, through a rather schizophrenic landscape. Sometime after entering West Virginia, massive windmills and majestic scenic overlooks turned into a post-apocalyptic scene of power-plants and strip mines, and at about dusk the temperature dropped 15 degrees.
We finally got to Davis, West Virginia, and checked into a quaint little bed and breakfast called the Bright Morning Inn. A few doors down we visited Sirianni's Cafe, where we were treated to heaps of Italian food and rather charming service in this little town of less than 500 people. We were looking for some music, and our waitress even offered to drive us 2 miles to the Purple Fiddle, but we would have to walk back, so we turned in early.
We knew we were in West Virginia though, when someone surreptitiously started snapping pictures of our riding buddy, who happens to be Indian *(and we couldn't think of any other reason than that ethnic diversity might be in short supply down here).
The next morning we were treated to a hearty complimentary breakfast. The concierge/waitress was rather cold to us, though... wonder if it was all the riding gear and bikes.
© 2013 Tigh Loughhead
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