It seems as a SW Ohio native, there aren't as many epic twisty roads nearby as what you Eastern Ohioans have. To the East of Cincinnati is some great scenery and some nice roads, to the west, a small ball of good roads that are a bit too urban, nice cruising further west into Indiana and to the north, a flat wasteland. But then there's south... We decided to revisit KY 10 and 22. Last time it was earlier in the year on a day that turned out to be chillier than the forecast had us believing. My friend on his DR650 and me on my Vulcan 500. That was a 200 mile trip that took use out to Aberdeen and by the time we were in the meat of 22, I was hanging off of the little Vulcan for all it was worth. This time we skipped the cruising and went straight for the meat. Dave, still on the DR650, but me on on my "new" 1993 Nighthawk 750 I recently acquired. The '750 is actually much slower to transition / chicane than the 500, but the upside is it's much more planted and predictable and the powerband is much wider. The Vulcan 500 is about as sporty of a small cruiser as I can imagine, but that little 6 speed twin needs to be wound out to keep it in the power band and behind a DR650 which has immediate torque, it becomes an hour long exercise in constant shifting. The '750 however, was "stick it in 2nd or 3rd and go" I can't say we were burning up the road like the sport bikers, but I feel pretty good about my first technical run on the Nighthawk. There are large sections where there are *no* straght-aways. The image below doesn't do it justice. Follow the link and zoom in. http://goo.gl/maps/QdiXR Having to haul the top heavy, 500 lb. 'hawk over meant there were plenty of spots where just going the speed limit felt plenty aggressive. I'll admit it, I'm a pretty new rider (started last year) and I'm sure a better rider would have destroyed me on an identical bike. On the other hand, I refuse to take liberties with the yellow centerline. Somebody on a 2 up, maroon Goldwing or Concours blew past and dusted us - it was humbling. I also noticed my chicken strips on the right were bigger - leaning with mailboxes whipping a few feet past one's head is "interesting". Never the less, it was the most fun I've had on any road around here, bar none.