We had a group of ZRX guys that would all get together and stay in Gorham, do the Mt Washington thing and a road called "Hurricane Mountain" + drink alot (bartender book challenge) at a bar J's right next door to the motel, that was a fun weekend 2 years in a row I went. Was dubbed Kaws In The Clouds.
Rode out there the first year, saw a cow moose crossing the road (first ever), no helmets in town carrying a case of beer on the bike seat, pizza / wings + beers gathering in the circular driveway / parking lot.
2nd time buddy decided last minute to trailer out from Buffalo and crash at my place overnight + not wanting to ride all that way home in rain Sunday. I only had 1 HF wheel chock and ZRX + Wife's 650 Ninja on my 2 place open sled trailer, we made a "homemade" 2x4 chock for her bike and strapped 'em down, made it there and rode some Saturday till rain came later which made for a long night at the bar again.
Sunday morning strapped them all down same, and headed out- my buddy got turned around somewhere and we toured the White Mountains for an extra 3 hours....
Was on the Kangamangus highway somehow and going a bit faster than I should've been hitting bumps with a REALLY light aluminum trailer the Wife's bike falls over with a thud! She was like "what was that"? I looked in the rear view mirror to see 1 bike standing- sh#t!!!! Got the truck stopped and there's her bike laying on it's side with the bars hanging off the trailer. Said some choice words, she's all pissed off and my buddy was like "hey those people over there panning for gold"? (actually was in the creek) She wasn't thrilled with his joke. He's bigger guy so basically threw the 400 ish pound bike back up at me on the trailer. The frame slider actually broke into the plywood but held it up, just scratched an upper plastic piece and the slider itself- next season we rode down to Tennessee and she covered it with a 129 dragon sticker.
I do have 2 HF chocks now.
The good + bad in New Hampshire, beautiful roads and scenery too so I'd go back.