For years I have driven past Lynchburg, Tennessee — home of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey — several times a month on the way to my hometown of Manchester, Tennessee. Lynchburg famously is the tiny little town that Jack built. It’s an old-fashioned town square tucked into the Tennessee hills and surrounded by all things Jack Daniel. So far, so good. The thing is, lately Husband and I have noticed that every time we drive by, the square is full of motorcycles. It’s true. Apparently Lynchburg has become a motorcycle destination. And I want to know why. Also: How? I mean, what is it about Lynchburg that attracts so many bikers? And how does the word get out? Is it some sort of motorcycle flashmob? Simple coincidence? Inquiring minds … But motorcycles are not the only intriguing visitors to Lynchburg. On a recent walk around town, I spotted: 1) A stretch limo so long it took up practically one whole side of the square; 2) two guys with backpacks who talked like Bret and Jemaine from the Flight of the Concherds; 3) two barefoot guys literally running around taking digital camera shots of every building; 4) a young dreadlocked couple who wanted their picture taken with a sculpture of an elderly man playing checkers; and 5) a man with a Minnesota car tag who was asking the tourism-bureau volunteer about a route to Nashville that was both scenic and quick — and who argued with her when she told him it couldn’t be done. In Tennessee, you can be quick. Or you can be scenic. You have to choose — unless, maybe, you’re riding a motorcycle. Learn more about Lynchburg at http://www.lynchburgtn.com/ — y’all come!
My husband and 12 year old son took a tour of the distillery. They both, seriously, enjoyed it immensely and talked about it for weeks.
You are so right, Michele! The tour is fascinating — whether you drink whiskey or not — and tons of fun.
I was in high school the last time I visited the distillery. And don’t ask how long ago was that.
How in the world can you see scenery when you’re going fast? That’s like being in the line at the Botanical Gardens Christmas lights and you have some one on your bumper trying to push you through.
Yeah, but Mary, I used to ride motorcycles with my ex-husband, and when you’re flying down the road like that you really can experience everything — the smells and the feel of a place. It’s addicting, it really is!
Great article …