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Warm springs, Georgia  Shamrock Tour®: FDR’s Backyard

Text: Fabio Almeida • Photography: Christa Neuhauser, Fabio Almeida

It’s early in the season, the end of April, when we leave home on two very agile, comfortable, and fun-loving sport-touring bikes to go on our first long trip of the year. Christa rides a 2003 BMW F 650 GS, and I’m on my 2007 Kawasaki Ninja 650R. Warm Springs, GA, is a region rich in history and our designated home-base for the next 
several days.

It’s warmer than expected, and an enjoyable ride until a flat tire on the Ninja interrupts our momentum. But even this hiccup doesn’t curb our anticipation of the next few days. With a quick stop at a nearby gas station to repair the leak, we’re once again on our way. When finally we arrive at our destination, the sun has nearly disappeared beneath the horizon.

Hotel Warm Springs is hard to miss, as it’s the biggest building on Broad Street. Hotel owner, Gerrie Thomson, welcomes us warmly and delivers us to our room, which feels a bit like time travel. Built in 1907, the hotel showcases an era of days gone by with its authentic restoration and memorabilia. Gerrie tells us she bought the hotel some 20 years earlier after it had been abandoned and decaying for quite a while. At the height of the Roosevelt era, many a king and queen, VIPs such as Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and FDR’s secret service men, and Hollywood’s finest, walked these halls. Given the late hour, tonight’s dinner will consist of beef jerky and crackers. Still, our excitement for the rides ahead never wanes.

South Loop

The smell of freshly fried eggs, homemade grits, and coffee lures us in to the breakfast room where we’re greeted by our energetic host once again. Gerrie’s charming southern accent and her easy way with visitors make us feel like family. Yet, it’s more than the warm southern hospitality that sets this hotel as a destination for so many. The area offers some of the best hiking, fishing, golfing, and even artsy opportunities.

Despite the conversation and good food, we’re eager to get to our first loop. The sky still looks a bit milky, but already the haze is burning off. Heading south, Whitehouse Highway intersects with 190 where we turn east and follow the tree-lined pavement as it winds through the slight hills. Going south in Thomaston, a two-lane street appears a perfect asphalt ribbon rolling out in front of us, offering a panorama of the countryside. With scarce traffic on these roads, our ride is relaxed and our engines purr happily. I take a deep breath and smell the rich scent of spring.

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