Motorcycle Ride to Adams TN, Dinner, and an Encounter with the Bell Witch

Terri and I love this ride to Adams, Tennessee, 11 miles from our driveway.  Over the past 20 years we have driven it many times, but only recently have we started to do it together on motorcycles.   Adam’s a small crossroads town on Highway 41 one of the original highways in the old US Highway System.   This American Road runs from Chicago to Miami.  We have driven it from Nashville to Chicago and mostly it is still a lazy 2 lane paved country road hearken to the bygone era of motorized travel.  Adams is a great example of what can be found on US 41. 

For us it is one of the 3 major arteries from Clarksville to Nashville. TN-Highway 76 then US Highway 41 is a road that we take to Nashville when we are either in no hurry or when Interstate 24 is a parking lot, for one reason or another. 

Today it just the 11 miles of twisting roads on TN Highway 76 that leads us to Adams.   We have just had a high pressure system move in the area, the air is crisp and cool.   A big change from the rain and high humidity of the last week; it is a joy to be on a motorcycle this evening.   As we take in the turns we can smell fresh cut grass and the smell of wildflowers in the air.    Adams is a sleepy farm town home to an annual thresher show.

We arrive at Moss’s Coach House Restaurant.  This place is in the Adams Community Center a old new deal school.  It is actually in the old cafeteria and a good old fashion southern Meat and 3 place.   Since its Friday we get the catfish special of course.  $6.55 a plate with a piece of pie, the bill comes in at $18.76, not bad. We decide that this is our Friday night regular dinner.  You can hardly make it at the house for this much. 

Once done with dinner, I take a walk out in front of the school/restaurant and see the Bell Witch historical marker.   I keep forgetting this place is actually here;   popularized by books and movies the Bell Witch is famous worldwide.  With that being said my camera actually starts to take pictures in black and white.    How this happened I don’t know, but it seems like the Bell Witch is at it again.    So I pay homage to the Bell Witch and my Camera starts taking pictures in color again.  It is pure magic.

Unlike Andrew Jackson carriage wheels that the Bell Witch locked up we make it home without incident.  We leave the Bell Witch in Adams to haunt another day.