As you might have noticed, during the month of August we’re writing a lot on the ClassicCars.com Journal about our favorite roads. But for today’s dispatch, I have a problem. I cannot tell you very much about one of the best roads I’ve ever driven. But I can share the story of how it happened:
Back when I lived in Michigan, my son, Ethan, enlisted in the U.S. Navy, and after boot camp at San Diego, he was assigned to the U.S.S. America, an aircraft carrier based at Norfolk, Virginia.
With my brother and his wife also living in Virginia, albeit a few hours from Norfolk over in Staunton, I had cause for making rather frequent trips from MI to VA.
Now, if you’re read much about my favorite road trips, you know I much prefer two-lanes, or at least rural state highways, to the interstates.
Ask Google Maps to plot you a route from my Michigan home to the Norfolk Navy Base and it suggests a series of interstates through Cleveland the Pittsburgh and Washington, D.C., and Richmond.
Suggestion rejected! I’d angle southeast across Ohio, often on a wonderful road that paralleled a beautiful river, and explored several amazing byways across West Virginia, and if you haven’t driven U.S. 250 up and over the mountain in the George Washington National Forest you should go back and do so.
Back in the 1990s, I had neither cell phone nor fancy-schmancy Global Positioning Satellite technology and relied on old-fashioned maps to find my way.
But one day, somewhere in West Virginia, I turned left when I should have gone straight and found myself on a road that narrowed as it climbed, finally little more than a single-car wide as it reached the ridge, which it followed for, I’m guessing, perhaps 10 miles before taking me down into a valley.
Honestly, I cannot tell you where I was because I really don’t know. I was — quite literally — lost.
Lost, indeed, but for 10 or for however many miles I found myself on the most enjoyable road I’ve ever driven. I remember thinking this would be motorcycle heaven, atop this mountain on this twisting, writhing narrow pavement winding between the trees and providing amazing views into the valleys on either side.
It was a wonderful experience, but I knew I was lost, so after the road took me down into a valley, I turned toward what I figured was East, and I drove on a country lane until I saw someone, in this case several pre-teen children playing in the front yard of a house. I pulled over and asked them how to get to the nearest town.
They pointed the way. I found the town and regained my bearings. I continued on my way, although immediately missing what had just happened, a marvelous drive on a road I already knew I’d never find again.