Back in my hometown of Fairmont, WV for a week! I didn’t start riding until I had already moved to Seattle, so I’ve never ridden in my home state. Leave it to my childhood pal Rob to plan an epic trip above and below the Mason-Dixon line.
Cruisers are not usually my forte, but my dad’s friend Randy let me borrow his massive Honda VTX 1800. This baby was loud and fast (and heavy) and was perfect for cruising the mountains of rural West Virginia and Pennsylvania. The VTX 1800 was the largest production V-Twin in history until recently and certainly the largest bike I’ve ever ridden. My Tiger 1050 felt like a bicycle in comparison.
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How about that epic route? Rob planned a really great one, covering mostly unfamiliar ground for me.
The route took us through the old downtown of Grafton, up and down mountains and through some great switchbacks leading into the roadside curiosity that is Cool Springs Park.
After gassing up, it was off to Rowlesburg, WV. Rowlesburg was my paternal grandmother’s place of birth. It looks very different today than it did then, or even 30 years ago when the massive floods of 1985 all but wiped out this little town of 600.
Following the Cheat River northward, we dodged the winter’s potholes all the way up through Albright, past the National Guard Canter at Camp Dawson, through Bruceton Mills and into Pennsylvania.
Ohiopyle State Park is our destination. Nearby you’ll find Frank Lloyd Wright’s famous Fallingwater and his not-as-famous Kentuck Knob. I’ve been to both of those, but never to Ohiopyle Falls.
We finish our ice cream cones and hit the road. After this, I didn’t take any photos but the ride home was spectacular. I’ll rely on Google Maps to help me out.
Just outside of Ohiopyle, Rt. 40 continues north. Just after a short climb, you’ll be treated to this view of Uniontown and the valleys and mountains for miles beyond. I didn’t expect it to open up like this!
The roads in Pennsylvania were much better maintained than the roads in West Virginia. The difference was even more stark once we hit the state border. Smooth roads – state border – potholes everywhere.
Our day ended at the Boston Beanery in Morgantown with a couple of well-deserved post-ride beers.
Solid route, Rob! Until next time!