PARKWAYS & HIGHWAYS
The Blue Ridge & Cherokee
Calling them parkway or highway would be a misnomer. These are winding two-lane ribbons smoothly caressing the peaks of the Blue Ridge and snaking along streams overhung with mountain laurel and willow. These are the miles that beckon kindred spirits on two and four wheels who have found nirvana in the Carolina mountains. George Hincapie’s Gran Fondo, our biking, sports car and motorcycle clubs are freewheeling spirits out here. With the wind in their hair, they’ve long since left conventional notions of freeways and parkways behind.