Here is my submission..
A little history on the bridge... Located in the Hilton Community just
southwest of the town of Blakely, Georgia,
can be found the southernmost original
covered bridge in the United States.
The 96-foot long Coheelee Creek Covered
Bridge was built in 1891 at the old McDonald
Ford on Coheelee Creek. Built by John
William Baughman, the bridge cost only
$490.41, but still stands today as one of the
most beautiful and unique landmarks in the
Deep South.
So I was off today and had tons of "Honey do's" to do, but I planned on doing my ride for this today and nothing was going to stop me!
I finally wrap everything up around 1:15 and get ready to roll. As I hope on the bike I notice that the clouds are getting dark and I can hear thunder off to the East which is the direction I am heading. "No biggy", I say to myself as I tuck my rain jacket in my backpack and head on out to the gas station to fill 'er up.
No sooner do I get the bike filled as I bottom drops out. "This will blow over quick" like it normally does down here in SouthEast Alabama during the summer.. Off I go with the trusty Garmin strapped to the bars.
It's raining hard.
I briefly think as I pass back by my neighborhood that I should just call it a day and go sit on the couch and watch tv. But what fun would that be?!
I soldier on.
It rains, it pours, it drizzles and then it rains hard some more. No worries, I have a smile on my face and am enjoying the heck out of the back country roads! WHEEEEEE !!
I pass through an old town and I see the people staring at me as I roll through as the stand cowering under the awnings of the small store shops. I wave as I pass thinking to myself "they don't know what they are missing, a little rain isn't going to stop me today!"
As I cross the state line into Georgia, I get buffeted and blown crossing the Choctawhatchee River by the Georgia Pacific logging trucks. I pay them no mind as my trusty bike takes me over it and past their plant where I hang a left going away from them.
It's but a short ride now to the dirt road that will take me to the bridge. Oh look, a fancy Lexus is planning on checking out the bridge too... Maybe not as they see how muddy the road is. Again, a smile crosses my face as I pass them by and bomb on through the mud puddle splashing muddy water all over their car!
WHEEEE !!!
I turn the corner, and there the Bridge is. Rain falling, a foggy mist hanging over the trees. This is great and I know why I love motorcycling so very much !