DALLAS—There’s not much better way to get close to your surroundings than traveling by motorcycle. The wind rushing past; the smells of flowers, hay, food on people’s stoves; the feel of the pavement under your two wheels; the sun beating down, along with the occasional rain and (ouch!) hail—these are sensations you don’t get so much when traveling by car, and not at all by plane.
On a motorcycle more than in a car, it’s not just where you’re going; it’s how you get there.
Edom, Texas—I never used to associate motorcycling with dessert, but I’ve learned better.
The Shed is a particular favorite with motorcyclists, as management is well aware. For Halloween, two inflatable skeletal bikers perched on the porch awning. It’s a regular stop on the Pie Run, an informal monthly rally operated by a group called Two-Wheeled Texans (www.twtex.com). Piewise, it’s a pretty demanding group.
The Shed Cafe, 8337 FM279, Edom; 903-852-7791; theshedcafe.com.
Ruidoso, N.M.—Somewhere along the road it’ll hit you: Man, this country is big. Our aim: Camp on a mountainside in the Lincoln National Forest, smell the evergreens, see the stars.
Once in Ruidoso, we dropped in at the U.S. Park Service ranger station, which steered us up the mountain that leads to the Ski Apache area. The road begins with gentle twists, then tightens into hairpins flanked by spectacular scenery.
We camped at 8,100 feet above sea level and a world away. In the isolation of the forest, you can’t believe you’re only a few miles from Ruidoso’s strips of schlock shops.
Smokey Bear District ranger station, U.S. Forest Service, 901 Mechem Drive, Ruidoso; 575-257-4095.
Christopher Wienandt is a Capital News contributor.