Leaving the Columbus GA area, we headed east into the unknown. I had been out to Fort Stewart once before, but I was asleep on the bus for most of the trip and didn’t really get to leave the post. So for all intents and purposes, this day was the first day into the parts of the country neither of us had really been to aside from short family holidays.
Riding east the terrain became a lot more flat, and it was just miles and miles of essentially nothingness. There were a considerable amount of expansive farms that slowly gave way from what appeared to be wheat to organized rows of peach groves. It was kind of funny that when planning the route, there was no time saved by avoiding highways because there were no highways! Also, the distances between gas stations was so great that I had to switch to my reserve at one point, but luckily saw a gas station just a mile down the road. One real problem however is that one of our two-way radios is broken. Either mine can receive and not send, or Mike’s can send but not receive. From this point until we can get a replacement, we’re without comms.
Almost smack dab in the middle of our way to Savannah was the Warner Robins Air Base, which had a museum. I’m glad that we stopped by because they had some interesting aircraft. Who knew that they’d have a B-29? One thing that was apparent while we road through the nearby town was that it had eerily similar qualities to Columbus. The closer to the base, the worse the town was. But it wasn’t the military personnel that stayed close to the base. They stayed a few miles out. And all the typical pay day loans and things like that were everywhere. We attempted to get another radio at the local Best Buy, but they wanted too much for them and only sold them in pairs. I have a feeling we won’t be able to find a singular unit for sale. As we packed up to leave the area, we stopped at a place called Atlas Pizza. Their gyro was absolutely sublime.
Back on the road to Savannah it was empty landscape again as usual. Although, one town did stand out as being rather large, unique and nice all at the same time. It was Dublin GA. I don’t know too much about it, but it was nice to ride through. Feeling that we had seen pretty much all that central Georgia had to offer, we hopped on the freeway so that we would have a bit more time to explore Savannah.
Pulling into Savannah just in time for dinner, we immediately headed to the Historic District without researching much. Riding through the city, my first impressions were good, beautiful architecture and wonderful landscaping. I was loving it. The first stop we went to for dinner was an old pink restaurant. I think that was even what it was called. Within minutes of parking we had several different people come up to us to ask questions. Everyone was exceedingly friendly. This one group of fairly young adults, who were impeccably dressed, started talking motorcycles with us. One guy mentioned wanting to get a Triumph Triple, and one of the women said she rode Deal’s Gap twice but wanted to try on a sportbike, or as she said “crotch rocket”. I asked for recommendations and they mentioned a few places, so we decided to wander around to pick a place. Oh yeah, them being impeccably dressed was not strange for this city. There were a great many men in linen suits and women in dresses and fancy hats. It was truly an example of southern gentlemen and ladies. After walking around for a couple hours, we had to head off to a motel, but the city really impressed me. I wish we had more time to explore the city and I will have to return at some point. I also wish that I picked up a sticker for one of my panniers.
A twenty minute or so ride in the night got us to our motel in a less nice town just south of Fort Stewart. It wasn’t as nice, but it was cheap and our bikes were fine.
So you couldn't fit the chess pieces on the bike?
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