Crashed on the Mountain...and the hogs ate him

What's happens when you crash your bike on a lonely road of the Great Smoky Mountains, and nobody hears you scream?

In the last 6 weeks I’ve seen a bike in the Tennessee River in Great Smoky Mountains National Park, a sad group of onlookers at a crash site on the Cherohala Skyway, and just yesterday, a rider went over the guardrail on the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Overheard at the Dragon – They were winching his bike up after the wreck when the rider said, “That’s not my bike”. A few minutes later they found the remains that had laid there unseen for who knows how long.

Eyewitness tells his story HERE.

Or was it those damn mountain gators?