Reader Jared sent in this image taken last year on the majestic Blue Ridge Parkway. He writes:
I did the whole 469 miles only stopping at a bed-and-breakfast in the middle— even had my wife with me. At first I thought I would tire of it, but mile after mile of perfect curves with smooth tarmac, no decreasing radii, no trucks, and easy-to-see access roads… well, my GPS time until destination decreased hour by hour until it was all over in just under a quarter of what the electric box had estimated. Many thumbs up from bikers and a few passed Ferraris later, I still had a smile on my face, and my wife was still enjoying it. Best to go in the spring, before the many tourists, but after the cold is gone.
Couldn’t agree more, Jared— the Blue Ridge Parkway is a treasure. Can’t wait to go back!