Route 211: How Sweet It Is


I had the opportunity to motorcycle out to the Shenandoah Valley this weekend on Route 211, a gorgeous scenic road. Early autumn had already touched its grace on the road, creating a beautiful red tinge.


Of course being out there on the Ducati was extra special. It was the first time in three years that I had the pleasure of being on the long road and the hairpin turns. And, it was the first time on the Ducati, which just seems engineered for the dangerous mountain climb up Route 211.


Ah yes, a glorious day for motorcycling in the stunning autumn wreathed Virginia countryside. How sweet it is.

(Full photo set here).

5 Replies to “Route 211: How Sweet It Is”

  1. Nice. :) We are just slightly past peak foliage up here in Vermont. I saw a LOT of large groups out riding this weekend, mostly Harley’s though.

  2. Last time I was ‘dancing in the Blue Ridge’ was when I was driving my ’72 Pinto through the Thorton Gap with a snapped clutch cable on my way to Sweet Briar. I’m guessing my trip was slower, but certainly no less thrilling. And not in a good way.

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