A quick two-wheeled run to Deal’s Gap and the enigmatic Georgia Guidestones sounded like the perfect mix of adrenaline and eerie roadside wonder. The camera made the trip. The film did not. With only a few shots left on the roll and a lot of swearing, we carved corners, stared at cryptic granite messages, and left most of it to memory. Fast, weird, and almost entirely undocumented, just how the best trips accidentally are.
Moto-Misel 