At this point, I think Kenny is just messing with me. When I followed the GPS and turned on Ridge Rd to head into the town of Helen, right there on the corner in front of us was… “Goats on the Roof.”
When we pulled into a gas station, I laughed and said to Kenny, “Did you see the goats on the roof?” Knowing of course that he would have HAD to have see them, they were right in front of us. And well, who can miss goats on a roof?
But, blondie instead said, “no. What goats?” 😕
[mumbles while shaking head] What goats? How could you not have seen the goats? … right there… in front of us… [/mumbles]
Well, the only right thing to do was to stop and see the goats on the way out of town 🙂
A big part of me wished that they had a cardboard cutout of Samuel L. Jackson saying Goats on the M-Fin’ Roof in the same vain as Snakes on a Plane. But the very surprised goat statue was just fine, too. Instead I just repeated goats on the M-Fin’ roof for the rest of the day in my helmet.
Next to the buildings are goat feeding stations. They allow visitors to buy some feed, put it in a cup and then crank it upstairs to the goats to eat. Pretty ingenious (and silly) really.
Sure, it’s a tourist trap. But, it’s animals. They’re hard to resist.
Oh. This bridge. It looks delicious. Om nom nom nom.
Helllloooo? Send up some more grub, will ya? Pellets, Goat Chow, an old phone book.. anything! We’re starvin’ up here!
Goats-On-The-Roof – Helen
1204 Ridge Road
Helen, GA 30545
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North Carolina 209 has been dubbed “The Rattler” by locals. Now, if the image of a wiggly snake doesn’t get your motorcycle heart pumpin’ well, I just don’t know what would.
I’d first read about NC 209 on Wayne’s websites- Smoky Mountain Rider and America Rides Maps. Before we left home on our trip, I printed a copy of his map and stuck into my “navigation baggie.”
Then when we visited Wheels Through Time, Dale also happened to recommended the route to us. How could we say no?
image from AmericaRidesMaps.com
The road was indeed lovely, snaking its way through valleys and climbing up and down through the mountains – but my favorite moment came in the form of Luck. The town of Luck.
While we were talking about NC 209, Dale also mentioned that there was a delightful old building with antique gas pumps out front. As someone who loves Americana, he was speaking my language. When I saw the little white ramshackle building make its appearance on a curve up ahead, I threw out the anchor and stopped for a closer look.
The sign above the door reads ‘A little bit o’ Luck.’
I can’t think of anything more fitting for the way I trip my way through this life…
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Okay, I know. I know, I know, I know. Every time that I see an amazing art car I go bananas and get all, “this is the greatest car in the universe!” But,…
Muffler… CAR! ::faints::
We actually saw the muffler car when we pulled into the town of Franklin, NC on Day 3 of our road trip south. I caught it out of the corner of my eye as I rode past it. It was after dinner time and Kenny and I were both tired and hungry. So, I broke one of my own rules and kept going.
When we found a hotel and pulled into the unloading area, I took my helmet off and excitedly said to Kenny, “DID YOU SEE THAT MUFFLER CAR?!1?!?!” To which he responded, “No.”
Clearly he wasn’t excited because the magnitude of its greatness did not have a chance to seer into his retinas yet. But luckily for blondie, I’m not a quitter. I did what any smart person would do and set a reminder on my iPhone to visit the muffler car when we were heading out the following day.
I think the chiming of my reminder might have woken Kenny up the next morning. Oopsie 🙂 That is the only logical explanation for his body language in the distance:
“Stupid muffler car. I can’t believe I’m sitting out here in the pouring rain looking at this ridiculous thing.”
Can you imagine how fabulous a burnout in the Muffler Car would look? Peelin’ out with 4 on the muffler floor. Badass.
Other ‘Greatest Cars in the Universe’
Kenny and I made a quick stop in Cherokee, NC to snap a photo of a gent we’d passed many moons ago but never stopped for. The Cherokee Muffler Man:
And look – he has nipples! This was the first time I was ever consciously aware of an Indian-model Muffler Man’s anatomical correctness 🙂 I did go back and look at the other Indian Muffs I’ve seen and they do all indeed have them.
Other Indian Muffler Men
Unfortunately the Cherokee Muff’s headdress is now broken. But even so, he appears to be well-loved and in really good shape. According to Roadside America, he’s been there for 30 years. That’s a lot of waving for one guy.
Did you notice those crazy white eyes? Perhaps they were light blue at one time. Either way – they look like they can peer deep into your soul. ::shudder::
Wheels Through Time
The Museum that Runs
Just a hop, skip and a jump off of the Blue Ridge Parkway in Maggie Valley, NC is an American treasure – the Wheels Through Time museum. It is home to hundreds of American-made motorcycles, tons of ephemera and historical photographs.
Built by the passion of Dale Walksler, a man with encyclopedic knowledge of motorcycles – the museum also bills itself as “the museum that runs.” Though the machines are true museum pieces, they are started and ridden. It is not at all unusual to find Dale riding some beautiful vintage iron through the museum, starting up an antique or laying down a smokey burnout on the museum floor.
While we were there, he started up 2 early 1900’s Indians on the floor. When the second one was shut down and the crowd that had gathered started to dispersed he looked directly at me and said, “you look very familiar. You’ve been here before…” and we struck up a conversation about our last visit there back some time in 2006.
Now, I don’t know if he says that to all the girls, but… I was tickled pink by the notion that he might remember me.
Dale, who struck me as a very kind soul spent some time sitting and talking with us. We talked about motorcycles of course, but also about people and life. He even suggested some great local riding since we were visitors to the area. Truly a nice man.
Please support this passion, this time capsule of motorcycle history. Visit Wheels Through Time. You’ll be glad you did.