Brings back memories...I miss that run up 19/129 north of Dahlonega and pretty much anything paved up there. Lived in Atlanta for about a year and would hop out of bed every Saturday at 6 a.m. to beat the traffic. I usually had my run of the place until mid-day. Left a lot of my peg feelers and also a few chunks of VFR fairing and some hide from my jacket somewhere in those mountains. I worked out a lot of youthful aggression up there...luckily I'm still around.
On a nice day, you just can't keep waving at everybody. When you see more than one bike every 60 seconds, waving protocol is out the window. Wave only if it's a bike identical to yours, or a cool vintage machine, or a curvy rider with long blonde hair.