Prelude to Tame the Dragon 2026: The Long Way to Stecoah

There are worse ways to start a motorcycle trip than leaving a wedding in the North Georgia mountains and immediately pointing two loaded BMW GSAs toward some of the best pavement in the Southeast.

After attending Kyle and Blake’s wedding at Toccoa Falls, Stephanie and I met up with Jim and Amy in Helen for a two-day prelude before Tame the Dragon officially kicked off. The plan was simple: ride great roads, eat great food, then work our way toward Iron Horse Motorcycle Lodge.

As plans go, it worked out pretty well.

Day 1: Georgia’s Greatest Hits

Monday was essentially a “Best Of North Georgia Motorcycling” compilation album. We hit all the famous names:

  • Blood Mountain
  • Wolfpen Gap
  • Georgia State Route 60
  • Richard B. Russell Scenic Highway

Along with a few scenic favorites:

  • Cutcane Road
  • Aska Road
  • Georgia State Route 197 along Lake Burton

Conditions were basically perfect: sunshine, warm temperatures, dry pavement, and just enough traffic to remind us civilization still existed.

Lunch was at Chester Brunnenmeyer’s Bar & Grill, a place we’d wanted to try for years but usually avoid because downtown Blue Ridge can be a chaotic blend of tourists, hills, parking shortages, and questionable U-turn decisions. Turns out the food was absolutely worth the wait.

That evening, Jim and Amy hosted a steak dinner, because apparently they wanted to guarantee we’d need slightly more lean angle the next day. Later, we wandered around a desolate Helen, which felt oddly surreal without the usual tourist crowds.

Day 2: The Long Way to Iron Horse

Tuesday’s logistics were beautifully efficient:

  • The ladies hauled the empty trailers straight to Stecoah.
  • Jim and I did the exact opposite of that.

We started on wet roads but gradually rode into improving conditions as the day unfolded. By the time we hit North Carolina Highway 28, everything was drying nicely and the pace picked up accordingly.

The route wandered through:

  • Highway 197
  • Oakey Mountain
  • Bridge Creek
  • Persimmon Creek
  • Devil’s Branch
  • Buck Creek

Basically, if a road looked twisty and inconvenient, we probably took it.

Lunch was at Haywood Smokehouse in Franklin. Their brisket deserves recognition from at least one federal agency.

After lunch, we enjoyed a fantastic run north on Highway 28 toward US-74 before finishing the day by inspecting the ongoing paving and construction projects between Iron Horse and Fontana Village Resort. Because apparently even on vacation, motorcycle people can’t resist discussing pavement quality.

By the time we rolled into Iron Horse, the Tame the Dragon crowd was beginning to gather. Handshakes started flying, stories started growing, and another year of questionable decision-making was officially underway.

Tame the Dragon 2025: Rain, Redirects, and Righteous Roads

Photo taken Saturday evening – many attendees left early due to weather conditions

After nine years of attending Tame the Dragon, it’s safe to say this event has become more than a ride—it’s a reunion. Some of our strongest friendships have been forged on these backroads and back porches. This year was no different: most of our regular crew made it, a few faces were missed, and we even met Allen—a guy who lives twenty minutes from us and somehow dodged our radar until now.

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PA Wilds BDR-X Day 3 – Milroy to Lock Haven: Rocks, Ruts, and the Expert Section Gauntlet

Sharpback Hollow – wonder how deep it is?

After two days of cruising gravel like dual-sport royalty, Day 3 showed up with different energy. Gone were the sweeping fire roads and misty autumn vibes. This was the technical chapter — a choose-your-own-adventure of expert sections, mountain climbs, rocky descents, and more mud than should legally fit in central Pennsylvania.

We topped off Guy’s oil, and we were ready. Mostly.

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PA Wilds BDR-X Day 2 – Emporium to Milroy: Elk Country, Sunday Gravy, and the Bridal Suite

Matt the Center Stand

Day 2 started slow — not from hangovers this time, but because Guy’s Honda was still dripping oil like it had unresolved trauma. Morning shop talk focused on the leak origin while we poked around for a fix that didn’t involve calling for extraction. The diagnosis? Maybe the countershaft seal. The treatment? Drain the oil, refill, and top off as needed. Field medicine at its finest.

Once we were confident the bike would hold together — or at least bleed out slowly — we rolled east toward elk country under gray skies and more of that fast Pennsylvania gravel.

Elk Country, but the Elk Missed the Memo

Somewhere outside Benezette, we rolled through Elk Country, where the leaves were perfect but the wildlife was conspicuously absent. Mid-October is usually prime time for bugling, big bulls, and tourists with expensive cameras. We got none of it. Apparently, the elk had somewhere better to be. No harm, though — the riding was smooth, the scenery delivered, and the miles clicked by effortlessly.

Come see the elk at the designated elk viewing area in the Elk Capital of Pennsylvania, they said, there are over 1400 of them, they said…

Sunday Gravy and Football Shrines

By 4 pm, we were starving, cold, and just starting to get that “we’ve been in our helmets too long” silence. Cue We Are Inn in Philipsburg, which doesn’t sound like a place that serves the best Italian comfort food this side of your grandmother’s house… but it is.

The Sunday gravy was legendary. Rich, slow-cooked, and worth the wait. I hadn’t had red sauce that good since college, and the whole table went quiet after the first bite — which is saying something for this crew.

Rolling out fat and happy, we detoured just long enough to gawk at the Penn State football stadium, which, even empty, felt like it might judge us for riding muddy dual sports in its shadow.

The Bridal Suite and Breakfast Logistics

We skipped the Rothrock section — daylight was running out and our stomachs were full. Slabbing it to Milroy, we stopped to stock up on snacks and breakfast supplies. That night’s lodging? Hartman Cabins, tucked into the woods with rustic charm and actual kitchens.

Matt and Brian somehow scored the bridal suite, which came complete with a heart-shaped tub and just enough awkwardness to fuel the group text for years. Guy and I took the normal rooms, but the banter was already dialed in for the morning.

Day 2 Tally:

  • Miles: ~200
  • Terrain: More gravel bliss, elk-free elk country
  • Mishaps: Slow oil leak, fast dwindling daylight
  • Highlights: Sunday gravy at We Are Inn, Milroy’s unintentional romance package
  • Group Quote: “Do you want the tub first, or should I light some candles?”