The Dragon: Tennessee/ North Carolina

You can’t talk Motorcycle roads without talking about Tail of the Dragon.

318 curves in 11 miles.

A road carved by someone who either loved motorcycles… or hated them.

Ride it early preferably on a weekday and go out there to challenge yourself, not the bike next to you. The Dragon doesn’t tolerate ego, it eats it.

The Pacific Coast Highway: California

There are places along the California coast where the ocean feels close enough to swallow you. The cliff drops are dramatic, the light is unreal, and the road flows like it was laid by someone with a poetic streak.

The PCH isn’t technical, it’s transcendental. You ride it to remember that life can still be beautiful.

The Beartooth Highway: Montana

If you’ve never stood at 10,000 feet and watched the world curve slightly away from you, you owe yourself this ride. The Beartooth Highway is raw, alpine, and legitimately emotional. Bring layers. Bring a camera. Bring respect.

Million Dollar Highway: Colorado

Colorado’s Highway 550 doesn’t have guardrails. It barely has mercy. Every turn is a negotiation between breathtaking beauty and real consequences.

It’s unforgettable.

And it will make you a better rider, whether you wanted the training or not.

The Ozarks: Arkansas/ Missouri

Arkansas and Missouri don’t brag enough. The Ozarks are twisty, quiet, and shockingly good. Big sweepers, tight technical sections, almost no traffic, this is where riders go to rediscover joy.

The Keys: Florida

Florida’s Overseas Highway doesn’t feel real the first time you ride it. It’s just you, the bike, and a ribbon of road floating between two shades of ocean blue. Go early, go slow, and let the salt air do what it does best.

Alaska’s Denali Highway: Alaska

This isn’t a vacation ride. It’s a pilgrimage. Gravel. Silence. Zero light pollution.

The kind of place that strips away the noise and leaves you with nothing but the bike, the land, and whatever you’ve been avoiding thinking about.

So here is your 2025 Riding Assignment: Pick one of these roads. Just one. Block the dates on your calendar before life finds an excuse to fill the space. And when you ride it, don’t rush.