The smoky mountains is the biggest grab bag of stupid behavior I've seen at any park. Staggering really. Besides the herds of no-skill motorcycle riders (as a former motorcop I have serious prejudice about rider skill), what stands out in my mind was a photographer shooting early morning portraits in a perfect meadow, with the subject couple perfectly framed with the rising sun...about 20 yards past the "do not enter field" sign.
Morning sober edit: still annoyed. Out of the roughly 1,000 people on motorcycles I saw that week there was one I saw that was truly a rider. We chatted for a bit in Chataloochee Valley (even with a bit of a language barrier) while I took some non-selfie photos of elk with a long lens. He is from India and is riding his way across the U.S. Exploring parks along the way. His BMW is nearly 20 years old and looked to have about 1,000,000 miles on it, which this man earned as the wheels turned. After chatting I rode off on the dual sport I was borrowing from a buddy and this guy made a full lean u-turn that would make any motor instructor proud.
My positive view may have included a lack of overpriced branded merchandise, vest, patches, bandannas and leather cigarette pouch, instead wearing practical and well worn clothing that made sense for someone on so epic a journey.