When I got out of college in KY in 1981 I rode my my motorcycle to Daytona Bike Week in FL and although i75 was a strait shot down the middle of GA , I rode as much of trip as I could down Hwy 41.
@jbuhl , we were almost on the same raod at almost the same time! I was stationed at SAFB (just east of St. Louis) and my buddy was getting married on Valentines Day of 1981 in Tampa and since he designated me to be his best man I rode my bike through Kentucky for the event. It was unseasonably nice all the way up to a few days before his wedding and then . . . oh man, it got cold! After riding all day, that night I broke the face shield on my helmet somewhere in Tn, and although I had planned on riding all night, that icy blast in my face was too much and I stopped for the night. It started warming way up the next day going through Georgia, and I was actually removing layers of clothing. I think it must have been about a week after I got back to Illinois, a bunch of buddies of mine rode down to Daytona for Bike Week, but they caught pretty decent weather.
I always loved the phrase " I was born on the backseat of greyhound bus rolling down hwy 41".
I hear you. I love that song.