Saturday was looking good. Sun and a promised high in the upper 60's - a combination that has been lacking in West Tennessee this April. But sometimes things just come together. My daughter accompanied me to many BMW rallies in the 90's and she was to accompany me on this day, the first time she has ridden with me in quite awhile and, we were taking my recently revived R100RS - the very bike that carried us to all those rallies. But, where to go? Where to go that you haven't been a million times?
Short day rides can be a problem. The local color can be obscured by our familiarity and proximity. If the Alamo is in your backyard you may fail to share the wonder with the multitude of invading tourists. I'm not talking Alamo here though. I'm talking quaint, hidden, off-the-beaten-path, in your backyard treasures. Not something you would travel a thousand miles to visit (though we riders need less motivation for just such a trip) but something you would be sure to share with cousin Bob or whoever just may have traveled a thousand miles to be in the area and, well, may as well show him/them while they are here.
My daughter has never been to Skullbone. Time to remedy that.
(Below) The bike.
(Below) #1 daughter.
(Below) The Hampton Store in Skullbone has the history and nomenclature affixed to both sides of the building. This seems to be the totality of historical content available on the subject. At least googling it did not reveal much.
(Below) This signage is at the intersection diagonally across from the store. The owner came out and told us that someone had stolen one of the signs the night before. You can see the blank space left in the middle. He added that he would have to pull out an old picture to make a duplicate.
The ride totaled approximately 200 miles and I was happy that Jesse still enjoyed a ride with dad. In the future with more time I will share some pics of the interior of the store and perhaps more history if I can glean some from the locals. I have a feeling they will be quick to share.
Short day rides can be a problem. The local color can be obscured by our familiarity and proximity. If the Alamo is in your backyard you may fail to share the wonder with the multitude of invading tourists. I'm not talking Alamo here though. I'm talking quaint, hidden, off-the-beaten-path, in your backyard treasures. Not something you would travel a thousand miles to visit (though we riders need less motivation for just such a trip) but something you would be sure to share with cousin Bob or whoever just may have traveled a thousand miles to be in the area and, well, may as well show him/them while they are here.
My daughter has never been to Skullbone. Time to remedy that.
(Below) The bike.
(Below) #1 daughter.
(Below) The Hampton Store in Skullbone has the history and nomenclature affixed to both sides of the building. This seems to be the totality of historical content available on the subject. At least googling it did not reveal much.
(Below) This signage is at the intersection diagonally across from the store. The owner came out and told us that someone had stolen one of the signs the night before. You can see the blank space left in the middle. He added that he would have to pull out an old picture to make a duplicate.
The ride totaled approximately 200 miles and I was happy that Jesse still enjoyed a ride with dad. In the future with more time I will share some pics of the interior of the store and perhaps more history if I can glean some from the locals. I have a feeling they will be quick to share.
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