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Congratulations on your first century, Gail!

Keith

This was my first time to ride the Nashville 90. It was a great ride. OK, so I was the chief mutineer on the way home but I think deep down, everyone was grateful that I stuck to my guns and said I was heading straight home. I had done the math and I was on course for a full century and didn't need that many extra miles.

I drank water all day but should have drunk twice as much. I am sure you can drink to much on a hot day but that would be better than too little.

It was good to get water at the church on Tunnel Road and see fellow club members cooling off. Thanks to Allan for watching out for us rookies on the Nashville 90.

Tuesday marked the OWLS switching their start place from Sherwood Oaks Church to Bryan Park, like everyone else. The closures of the intersection of Sare and Rogers and of Harrell finally pushed us into it. For now we are experimenting with a 6 pm start so we stay a little bit separated from the other groups starting at 5:45. But we may go back to 5:45 if that’s what people prefer.

We did a short ride north to mark the new start site, a simple 22  mile loop out and back on Bottom Road with a loop on Simpson Chapel and Lawson at the north end. Altogether we had 12 riders out for a gorgeous cool June evening.

The plan was to take in the Astronomy Open House on the top deck of the Henderson-Atwater Parking garage viewing the traverse of Venice across the sun. They were set up with filtered telescopes. But there was a huge crowd and none of us wanted to wait in line. I did take in club member John Carini’s scope projection on a white board. The sun projected to a 4 inch disc and the small black dot corresponding to Venice was clearly visible.

Riding up and down the parking structure ramps on our bicycles was a blast. The Garmin GPS hardly knew what to make of it:

It was another perfect day for another great midweek century. This time our leader Jim S had a route starting from Bryan Park and visiting downtown Columbus, which he christened “Columbus Day”. The first and last legs–Bloomington to Nashville and Gatesville to Bloomington–were quite familiar. The middle part looping out to Columbus was much less familiar and totally new to me on a bike.

The weather was a bit cool, in the 50s for our 8 am start. But I was the only one wearing a vest and sleeves. I was happy to have them. But I removed the vest in Nashville and the sleeves in Columbus and had to carry them the rest of the way.

We had a great group of riders, at eight this was probably the biggest group of the season so far. Of these Brad was new to the club. For Clair and Laurence it was their first century of the season. The group was rounded out with Klaus, Allan, Tammy, and Dana.

We all stopped at roughly 25 mile intervals: snacks at the service station in Nashville, a sit-down lunch at Papa’s Deli on Washington Street in downtown Columbus, and snacks and drinks again at the store in Gatesville.

Here are Dana, Brad, Laurence, and Tammy raring to get going again in Nashville (while Klaus chats on the phone):

The covered patio at Papa’s Downtown Deli, with Tammy, Clair, Klaus, and Dana:

We took the westside “People’s Trail”, a dedicated bike and walking trail, from the outskirts of Columbus to near downtown, passing north of the motels, gas stations, and fast food along 46, through a tunnel under I-65 and a ramp, across the bridge (completely separated from car traffic), to near downtown.

At Papa’s Deli we were able to order sandwiches and eat outside on their covered patio facing Washington Street. I had been dreaming of a ham and cheese sandwich on rye. But when I saw that their menu including vegetarian options I settled for the vegetarian delight cheese sandwich on a croissant.

Our lead group was going quite a bit faster than some of the rest of us. They did wait for us at the first two stops. After lunch we started together but gradually fell into two groups. Those of us in the slower group opted to take Klaus’s short cut that supposedly saved about 4 miles including the 2 miles where the route dropped down to go along Highway 46. The trade-off was that the short cut involved a mile of gravel down a steep hill. We had dreams of getting to the store in Gatesville before the lead group. We were sorely disappointed to find them already there and, indeed, ready to take off. With that Tammy, Laurence, and Dana took off and were never seen again. Tammy reported back later by email that they didn’t stop again, and arrived back at Bryan Park about 3:20 having averaged 16.9 for the day! I’m assuming they did the entire route as mapped. I tried unsuccessfully to come up with a good name for them, the “Iron Ladies”?

The rest of us took a break on the front porch. Here are Jim and Klaus on the porch:

Before leaving the thriving metropolis of Gatesville I paused briefly to take a picture of their iconic sign. I’ve been meaning to do that for years.

Brad headed off from Gatesville on his own. Pretty soon Jim left Klaus, Clair and me to take care of ourselves. It didn’t take much convincing for us to follow Klaus’s suggestion of a stop at the Port Hole, where we had a round of cokes before heading home.

I suppose we deserve a name, too. Again I’m not too good with names, but “Lazy Dogs” wouldn’t be too far off. We tried to enjoy ourselves at least. Klaus opted for Shuffle Creek, while Clair and I took Tunnel and went back on 45. That was good enough for me since the mile each way from home to Bryan Park put me just over 100, with an average of 14.1 for the day.

By Mike Finger
BBC Ride Director

For those of you who like to do the Nashville 90, you have probably heard by now that Hwy 58 is closed for bridge repair between Norman and Kurtz. The duration of this closure is predicted to last several months, meaning it will affect us most of the summer. I have ridden the 90 twice since the road was closed, and have been able to climb over and around the obstacles that are in the road both times. This makes the ride do-able, but hardly suffices as BBC policy for a club sanctioned ride.

There is a county road detour of modest length. When you come to the T on 58 at Norman do not take the left that would keep you on 58, but instead go to the right. The road sign there identifies this as 1250W. Take this road .9 miles to a left onto W450. At some point W450 morphs into 1100W. I never saw a sign for this change but immediately after going past a weird combination log cabin/barn type structure (on your left) the road takes a hard right presumably onto 1100W. After being on W450/1100W for 1.8 miles you will come to your next turn onto 400N, to the left. Follow this 1.8 miles to another left onto 975W. Stay on 975W all the way back to Hwy 58 (2miles). It comes out at the crest of the hill just past the bridge closure. Take a right there and you’re back on route to Freetown.

Link to map at RideWithGPS.com.

The total detour is only 6.5 miles, and you’ve cut out several miles of Hwy 58, which means it will only add a couple of miles to your day’s total. The road quality varies between ‘not great’ and ‘excellent’. There are a few broken up spots on 400N, and the last mile plus on 975W is new pavement. There are a few hills.

Bon appetit!!

By Allan Edmonds

By John Bassett

I guess you are never too old to do crazy stuff.  So when the opportunity presented itself to join Jim Schroeder and Sylvia Stoub for a weekend bicycle jaunt to North Carolina, I jumped on it.  The primary goal of the trip was an ascent of Mt. Mitchell, North Carolina, which at 6,684 feet elevation is the highest peak east of the Mississippi River.  Starting in Swannanoa, just east of Asheville, Jim’s route involved a 92 mile loop ascending about 5,200 feet to top of mountain.  The route and profile are shown below.

We left Bloomington about 7:30AM on May 18.  A detour on I-75 due to a landslide on Pine Mountain, Tennessee slowed us a little, but we arrived at the campground in Swannanoa in time for a leisurely warm up ride out and back on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Back at the campground we joined fellow BBC’er Jim Isenberg and his friend Ann for a great North Carolina barbeque dinner.  We spent the night in quaint camping cabins nestled amongst rhododendron and mountain laurel along a rushing mountain stream.

Early Saturday morning we started the mountain assault.  Isenberg and Ann had decided to try the assent from the west starting at the Appalachian Fork Art Center about Mile 86 on the map.  Schroeder and I cycled east generally on, or paralleling, US 70 through Black Mountain to Old Fort where we found a nice hole-in-the-wall breakfast joint.  I tried the liver mush – interesting, but I would not do it again.

Sylvia turned around at Old Fort and headed back west.  Proceeding east from Old Fort we navigated about 2 miles of gravel (this seems to be a theme on some of Jim’s rides) on Old Greenlee Road and at about Mile 26 turned north on NC 80.  There should be a sign that says the fun begin here.  Starting at an elevation 1,260 feet, one slowly climbs 2,100 feet over the next 12 miles to the Blue Ridge Parkway.  This is the route followed by the organized Assault on Mount Mitchell which was to happen the following Monday, May 21.  We saw painted markings on the pavement at this point indicating 74 miles.  So, these Assault dudes who start in Spartanburg, South Carolina have got 74 miles on their legs before they get to the fun stuff.  We allowed that a leisurely ride up the mountain two days before was preferable.

Never think the Blue Ridge Parkway is flat.  It ain’t.  Once on the Parkway at Mile 38 you are faced with another 3,200 feet of up to get to the top of Mt. Mitchell.  The grade is reasonable, but there is a lot of it.  There are an irritating number of Harley Davidsons and enough gnats get plastered to your face to make you unrecognizable to your next of kin.  Speed is not an indicator of progress.  Set your GPS to display elevation.

About Mile 49 we reached the turn off of the Parkway to Mt Mitchell.  The grade steepens.  I was running low on fluids.  But, about a half hour later you enter Mt. Mitchell State Park and enjoy gorgeous views along the crest of the Appalachian Blue Ridge.  Here is Jim at the top.

After a brief rest, Moon Pie, Coke, and other junk we started down.  This is not what you think.  There is still a remarkable amount of uphill to do along the rolling Parkway.  This adds a lot of climb to the total loop.  Finally at Craggy Gardens (Mile 68) we hooked back up with Sylvia and began to descend.  The 14 mile downhill back to US 70 is spectacular, slicing through dark mountain forests and open glade areas, and yes, the occasional tunnel requiring a bike lite.  On the steeper parts you just pretend you are a car and keep up with the traffic.  The Parkway dumps you back on US 70 just east of Asheville.  A little ride east and a nasty final climb gets you back to the Swannanoa campground.  This is a pretty good “almost century”, and a hilly one at that.  Owing to a couple of missed turns and some exploring we finished with 94 miles.  The GPS recorded a total climb for the day in excess of 9,000 feet.

After pizza and beer in Ashville we returned to the campground and compared notes with Jim Isenberg and Ann.  Their route up was our route down.  Their up and back to the top of Mt. Mitchell totaled 65 miles.  I think they both wished they had done the loop having found their ascent not too difficult.
On Sunday, both Jims, Ann, and I did a another Schroeder-designed 55 mile loop called the Hill of Some Concern, with Sylvia providing SAG support.  It features a little climb of the same name (800 feet with, as Ann counted, 18 switchbacks).  This little puppy is intense in spots and you learn to ride the outside of the lane where the grade is not as steep.  There is an interesting sign at the top which I was glad I did not see at the bottom.

The ride finishes with a nice 10 mile downhill back to Lake Luer, NC.  We finished the ride about 3:30 within sight of the spectacular Chimney Rock, now a North Carolina State Park.

After saying our goodbyes to Jim and Ann, and a mandatory ice cream stop up the road we began the long trip back home.  Bicycling stories abounded which made the trip seem shorter.  Still, it was 1:30 AM before we rolled back into my driveway.

Crazy as a weekend 900 mile round trip may seem, this sure was fun.  Thanks to Jim and Sylvia for organizing.  This seems to be becoming an annual club event.  I think I’d do it again.

We had a great drive-and-ride midweek century this week. No one showed up for the advertised Wednesday event, so it was rescheduled for Thursday, which attracted a group of six riders.

We drove in three cars to Brownstown, where we parked at the local CVS (naturally).

Click this link for the route map. The map doesn’t do the route complete justice. Here’s the elevation chart:

Overall one could not have asked for a more perfect day. The skies were clear. The temperature maxed out in the upper 60s. We were all happy to have a second layer of one sort or another.

We enjoyed a long lunch break at the Inn at Clifty Falls State Park. We took several other shorter stops at country stores and even one coffee shop.

According to my GPS we did just over 107 miles in just under 7 hours of riding, for an average moving speed of 15.5. Including stops we were out just under 9 hours, so an overall average of about 12 mph. For the first 45 miles we averaged close to 17 mph. According to the GPS I had 3173 feet of climbing and burned 6748 calories.

Here we are at the top of the last big climb up Rooster Hill, looking pretty happy in a snapshot by John:

For three of us this was BY FAR our longest ride of the the year.

A special thanks to Jim Schroeder for organizing this ride, and for keeping any rider who fell a bit behind in his sights and helping to get them back to the group.

Saturday was a cool–maybe even cold–day for a long bike ride. But we still had about 15 riders up to doing it. The plan was the traditional Ye Olde Hilly Route to Nashville for 55 miles. We quickly split up into two or three groups. My trailing group decided to take the slightly shorter Owl Creek option down to Helmsburg Road rather than the mapped Lanam Ridge. Pretty quickly we hit the climb on Helmsburg Road into Nashville. Once there we met up with most of the leading group at the convenience store in Nashville. Many of them left pretty promptly while a few held back to join our “owlish” group. Probably for the last time the year several people opted for hot chocolate over cold soda or GatorAde. Soon we headed out for our next big climb up Bear Wallow. Along the way Mike just couldn’t help stopping to photograph a couple of election road signs:

Mike tried hard to get us to stop at the Port Hole Restaurant at Lake Lemon for some of the real thing. But he couldn’t find any takers. So we headed up our third climb of the day on South Shore instead. We enjoyed the fast ride down Robinson Road, dealt with our fourth and last climb on Fire House Hill in workmanlike fashion, and finished up taking the B-Line Trail through town as far as Grimes Lane. Home to home my GPS recorded 56 miles at 13.7 mph, with 2255 feet of climb. We all agreed it was a good day.

This Thursday’ evening ride was actually named “Up Victor”, for its big climb(s). Although no one admitted planning it, five people showed up wearing last summer’s bright yellow RAIN 25th anniversary jerseys:

We thought we’d stop and take a look at the car wreck site on Victor Pike near Fluck Mill where 3 young guys were killed Monday night/Tuesday morning. We had assumed they had missed the turn, but in fact the site of the wreck came well before the intersection. It was marked by hand made crosses and a damaged tree. But we didn’t stop.

After we made the turn onto Rockport for the ride toward home we soon noticed some strange background noise. Pretty soon the traffic got really heavy and we came upon the beginnings of a very large outdoor concert of some sort. It turned out to be Tiësto, a loud electronic DJ/light show/fireworks affair with all kinds of students out for an early start to Little 5 weekend.

The site was Pic-a-Chic Farms, located about halfway out along Rockport, at the corner where there is a quick right then left on the map:

We kept on moving toward town, but the excess traffic–cars, buses, suvs, Mercedes, cabs, pedestrians, everything–eventually drove us off of Rockport. A couple of wise people left on Tramway. The rest of us took Bolen over to Victor and went back in on Victor.

Overall this was one of our shorter rides recently. But it had quite a bit of climbing, over 1300 feet in 24 miles home to home. But we definitely saw more unusual sights than on most rides.