So last fall, a fellow Buckeye and forum member here altered me to a road in the area that I wasn't familiar with. Its number is 763.
I rode the area a few weeks back, but couldn't remember the number. I looked it up today before traipsing down and was very happy I did. There are some great motorcycle roads down there and 763 was a beaut. He described it as akin to Deal's Gap. That's a bit of a stretch. It does have some interesting twisty bits, but there are lots of houses on the road with their accompanying drives. The road is very thin with very sharp drop offs in several areas and there are also many places where the road crests hills and other site-line impediments. Finally, there was gravel all over the place.
That aside, there were some fantastic views of large, lush rolling hills, with lots of pretty spring colors. Here are a couple of shots I took:
My plan was to stop and take a lot of pictures, but due to the lack of shoulders, that wasn't too easy. And then...
After getting back on the bike after taking the shots above, I noticed that my low fuel warning was active. No sweat, I had my GPS and there had to be a gas station somewhere nearby.
I punched in one that was 7 miles away. Should be in fine shape to get there. The GPS lead me to a road called "Roush Hills." It dead ended (as a paved road) into a cross paved road named "something gorge." The GPS told me to turn right on "Roush Hills." Since this was not possible, I turned right on "something gorge." The GPS then informed me that I was now almost 14 miles away from my first turn and who knows how far from the gas station. Now I was beginning to get a little concerned.
I decided to turn around and take the gravel remains of "Roush Hills" ahead. The GPS liked this move and informed me I only had a few miles to go. Fortunately, I rode the FJR today. The gravel road gave way to a couple of muddy, pitted tracks that were effectively inaccessible by anything short of a bike or a 4 wheeler. The GPS showed I was making progress, so I pressed on, then came a bit of a heart stopper.
Doing my best standing adventure rider stance and wagging the FJR around trail, I crested a hill to find beat up mobile home with a trash heap next to it and two large Akita dogs staring at me and licking their chops. "Well," I thought, "this is how it ends, me as dog food."
Fortunately, they weren't hungry or particularly pissed off at me for riding down their road, so I kept pressing on, praying for some semblance of a path to the fuel sanctuary.
Not being a religious kinda guy, I wasn't too surprised when my prayer went unanswered and the path ended. "F*CK!!!"
So back past the Akitas I went and finally got back to paved road. I took a right and thought I'd try the next paved road the GPS had in mind. I did and once on it, its next instruction was to take another right and head for "Roush Hills." At that point I screamed in my helmet at the top of my lungs and it was not a prayer I was sending out for Garmin.
Lucky for me, a nice lady was in the front of one of the houses and she told me how to get to the station in the shortest distance without resorting to using a machete.
After gassing, I had planned on coming back and getting some shots, but the GPS started misbehaving so I kept to the main roads I know down that way and came on back home.
Next time I will fill up before I get too far out into the boonies and get more pics. Despite my unexpected adventure, the area is filled with some fantastic motorcycle roads and I will be visiting again...soon!