Day One
How do BRAG rides work? Due to the Georgia heat they start at dawn so that you can be done by mid afternoon. You just “show and go” or in other words you turn up at the start and go when you are ready. The routes are marked by symbols painted onto the road and you have a map and description in your pocket. Routes range from 16 to 101 miles so there is something to suit all abilities. The days were colour coded so yellow was Friday, white on Monday and orange on Friday with road markings to match. A coffee stand offers splendid brews starting from 6am. The bike sag wagon is at the start to attend to your mechanical needs. I took my shiny steed and asked for a pump up to 70psi. Two guys with a track pump each at each wheel grabbed the bike and pumped it up so fast it was like a formula one pit stop. I also got the creaky crank tightened up.
The first ride was split into three sections if you chose the 60 miles. A riverside trail, a newly converted rail to trail cycleway and country roads. The riverside trail followed the Chatahoochee River for eight miles. This was first class cycle track with centre dotted white line and uninterrupted by road crossings. I was one of the Rogues that morning (Random Old Guy Using Excessive Speed).
The grass was heavy with dew and mist hovered low over the river. The dawn sun lit up the trees on the Alabama side of the river.
Signs warned of alligator habitat but all I saw were red cardinals and scattering squirrels. The photographer snapped as I went by and a sign said that I was on “Roll 3”. In half an hour I was at the first rest stop. These stops all followed the same pattern. There was a toilet block or portable toilets. Taps for washing with liquid soap. A couple of tables with a water dispenser, Gatorade (a luridly coloured rehydration drink) and loaded with snacks including PB&J (peanut butter and jelly sandwich where jelly is a clear jam made from grapes), homemade pimento cheese sandwich which is mostly cheese with bits of red pepper. Then there are apples, pears and bananas and at most stops they were already sliced up for you and also gerkins. Then an array of junk food like salty mini pretzels, crackers and crisps and sweet biscuits and gummy bears. There was also a big box of first aid supplies and I did use the sunblock and insect repellent from it on the next day. The next part of the ride returned to camp on the same route. I was following a couple of other rogues whizzing along when we crossed a bridge with a wooden deck. The dew was still on the slimy boards and the guys turned sharp right and fell flat on the deck. I slammed the brakes on and stopped before I got to the bad patch. If you saw people with scrapes on their right arm it was due to that bridge.
Part two was on the newly opened Fall Line Trace. Picking my way there was a bit tricky so I followed some very slow people until we joined the trail. This is 11 miles of cycle track laid along a former railway. Unlike our Stroud cycle track it is completely surfaced with silky smooth asphalt. All the bridges are either intact or have been replaced and they can carry emergency vehicles if needed. It is four metres wide with a dotted white line in the centre and mostly free from road crossings. A far cry from Stroud which includes a flight of steps, extreme gradients, missing bridges and muddy or rocky stretches. All the centre bollards had been removed for this event to make it safer for large numbers of bicycles. Again I tucked in behind a bunch of rogues and we flew along this gorgeous track up to the next rest stop. Some people didn’t waste time by stopping and carried on but I made sure to get a cup of water and a PB&J at every stop.
The 38 milers did a U turn here and fewer people did the 60 section which was on roads. Sometimes I didn’t see any other cyclists. This was meandering around quiet country roads alongside cotton fields with gentle slopes. The slopes were very gentle by Stroud standards. We got to a Chevron Garage, the corner of which was a rest stop.
This would have been more pleasant if it wasn’t for the parked trucks that kept their engines running. It was getting hot by now so I splashed water over my face.
Leaving the garage, the traffic was faster and heavier for the next few miles and at 50 miles into the ride it was a bit wearisome to ride the undulating main road. It was all worth it as there was a sharp drop into the next rest stop by Lake Oliver. Although it wasn’t as steep as Rodborough Hill, many people were too scared to ride it down and walked instead. Hardly anyone attempted to ride up it but I showed that it could be done. The stop was idyllic and was at the waters edge.
Lake Oliver is artificial and was made by damming the Chatahoochee. Some of the PB&J had been left out in the sun so it had been toasted to a crispy, curled up state. I grabbed these and shredded them up for the geese that eagerly gobbled them up.
The last part of the ride back to camp was riverside but the track isn’t joined up so there are detours past the hydroelectric dam and the decayed industrial heart of Bibb City with the burned out ruins of the massive cotton mill looking like a bit of Colosseum and aqueduct that the Romans had left behind.
I got back to camp, took a shower and went to grab a rest on my bed mat. I started to write my bike diary but after a few paragraphs, Tom from the day before passed by and invited me to the visit the people that I had met the day before. After a couple of beers it was decided to get a more upmarket dinner and Mario’s on Broadway was the destination. It claimed to be Mediterranean and menu looked very Greek. Tom thought that Greek was a bit too weird and carried on to the Mexican place. The Dolmades were as expected and my main course of lamb shank on a bed of rice was perfectly cooked if not very exciting. The wine helped it go down.
The Columbus town centre was heaving with people when we left. A band played covers in the middle of the street and people had come with their whole families and their lawn chairs for the evening. Bars were serving beer in plastic cups on the pavement. Many shops stayed open including Ride-On-Bikes in honour of Bikefest.
Every night the Chatahoochee River started roaring. This is because there is a hydro electricity plant up river and when peak electricity demand hits, the river is unleashed and a mighty flow begins. Much like our Severn Bore the sudden change can kill unwary swimmers and fishermen.