The First “First”

9 May

The week before I left for my adventure, I worked over 70 hours. Needless to say, my brain was a bit fried on Saturday morning. But, that’s okay. Riding really is the best medicine to relieve stress.

I honestly had no firm plans beyond heading to Monterey, Virginia to see their LOVEwork. When I pulled out of my driveway, I had no idea which route I’d be using to get there. As I headed south on US-29 toward Stanardsville, I initially thought about crossing the mountains on US-33, because my favorite route — Dyke Road — that parallels the mountains on the eastern side would have taken longer. Then I realized I WAS IN NO HURRY, and took my favorite, also longer, route instead.

It was lovely. Such a pretty area.

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VA-810, just North of Boonesville in Albemarle County, Virginia.

I don’t know the full story behind this next place, a little further south along the same road. I wasn’t a fan of The Waltons TV show, so wouldn’t recognize this place even if it were on the show. But the fence says Walton’s Homeplace. A quick Google search didn’t help.

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Sign on the fence.

 

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Cute little old house.

I took my good, sweet time enjoying the scenery. I even stopped at my favorite store for a snack and a drink.

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Dyke Store

 

Dyke Road

Dyke Road

From there, I continued south and west, not paying much attention to anything other than the ride and enjoying the scenery. I was tickled to see a barn quilt atop the mountain just before Monterey.

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Barn quilt.

 

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Stopped along US-250, east of Monterey.

I still wasn’t thinking about much of anything in particular beyond getting to Monterey. I was looking forward to seeing the LOVEwork. So much so, that I almost headed for it first, but I figured I’d better stop in town for gas first.

That’s when it happened. Because I hadn’t been paying attention, for the first time ever, I ran out of gas. As you’ll see in the next pic, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Photo captured while standing at gas pump.

Photo captured while standing at gas pump.

That street sign you see in the above shot is where I ran out of gas. Literally about 25 feet from the gas station. I had to push the bike, but another rider came over to help me (it was slightly uphill).

“Gas?” he asked as he started pushing.

“Yes,” I said.

“That’s cutting it a bit close, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, laughing. I thanked him for the help, he rejoined his group, I filled up, ate some lunch, and then off I went.

Monterey LOVEwork

Monterey LOVEwork

I didnt have to go far to find the LOVE. I think it’s one of the prettiest ones I’ve seen.

After that, I just had to figure out where to go next. Again, I had a direction in mind, but no route plan. It was fun making my way on the fly.

One thing for certain, I kept a closer watch on the gas gauge after that. And I usually filled up well before I got too close to empty. 😎

9 thoughts on “The First “First”

  1. The only potential downside of the longer route. I haven’t yet really run out of gas though I do regularly need to switch to reserve. And, occasionally, take the opportunity to empty my gas can into the tank to keep the gas “fresh”. At least is it easy to restart after running empty.

  2. I don’t have a gas can that I carry along. Or a reserve tank. Instead, I have a computer that tells me exactly how many miles I have left to go and a low fuel warning light. I just wasn’t paying attention. 😳

  3. Looking forward to the rest of the trip too.

    You are lucky you ran out of gas where you did and that someone helped you with a push. I haven’t ever ran out of gas before. Fingers crossed I don’t. 🙂

  4. Awesome place to ride, and run out of gas. 😁

    That might be my favorite love work too, looks like it is made of barn quilt parts! 😍

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