Today is our annual ride on the Kancamagus Highway.

After a few short hours of shut-eye for grandpa and I, we all rise and have a great breakfast prepared by my uncle Jason. After plenty of cups of coffee, Steve, Jim, my Dad and I depart for our annual ride on the Kancamagus Highway. It’s been more than a decade since I was on the road and I really look forward to riding it again. The scenic byway was named after Kancamagus, The Fearless One, a Native American who ruled most of the territory that is now New Hampshire. The curvy mountain road traverses the White Mountain National Forest and offers stunning views of the mountains and picturesque babbling brooks to dip your toes in. With the heavy panniers carrying my gear removed from my bike and stashed back at the cottage, I really enjoy making the turns at speed.

[view from the summit]

After the 125 mile lap, I jump in the channel back at the cottage to cool off. The brisk 60 degree water does the trick. The rest of the afternoon is full of chatting, laughing and catching up among the guys. Its really great to spend time with the crew.

[three generations]

We all have dinner together, before walking into town to take in the sights. The Laconia Motorcycle Week began in the 1920s and is the oldest rally in the country. The Weirs Beach sign is at the beginning of Lakeside Ave – ground zero for obscure custom motorcycles, live music and rowdy bars – has become synonymous with the rally for motorcyclists around the country.

[the beloved Weirs sign]

[imagination and custom fabrication abound]

[one of the many live bands we heard]