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Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Winter ride to the river
After a week of hard frost -10C (or 14F in old money) and heavy snow, the Wheelers didn't want to tackle the icy slopes of the high ground. Instead the ride got routed through to Arlingham which is a flat and low journey down to the river. The remaining snow was melting fast. At Frocester we saw several buzzards in the trees overhanging the road. They weren't bothered by cyclists at all. Near Eastington we saw a group of donkeys in a snowy field with people passing them carrots over the fence.
At Rasher Farm there was a herd of llamas.
The snow from the day before had a victim in a ditch. A blue car had mysteriously gone badly out of control on a flat and straight section of road and got wedged into the ditch. This is a new meaning for "Car Down".
At Rasher Farm there was a herd of llamas.
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| From 2012-02-05 |
The snow from the day before had a victim in a ditch. A blue car had mysteriously gone badly out of control on a flat and straight section of road and got wedged into the ditch. This is a new meaning for "Car Down".
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| From 2012-02-05 |
Saturday, February 4, 2012
BRAG Bikefest 2011 Part 4
DAY THREE
Sunday morning up with the lark. I packed all my belongings into the car and set out my wash things and a change of clothes ready in order to make a quick exit when I got back. I downloaded another Archers and settled into the car with my Brazilian Roast. Went back for a refill and by this time the jug contained Peruvian coffee. Tasted the same to me. Waited until the clock hit 7.30am and I hit the chill morning air on the trail. Susan was already up and wished me a good ride. My hosts from the night before were packing up and just waiting until the morning sun burned the dew off the tent.
I set off at rogue’s pace enjoying the chilly morning.
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sAyQwQu0lZY_oMKNneKMP9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=directlink
I tracked a couple going fast on really fancy bikes. I stopped occasionally to take a picture and then carried on catching up with them.
I got to the first rest stop in no time. Not having had breakfast I devoured a PB&J and a banana and carried on this time following the fast couple. They both had Corima four spoke rear wheels and a fancy bike to match. Even one Corima wheel would cost more than five times that of my Walmart road bike. We picked our way through the massive military base, Fort Benning and stopped often to check the route. No pictures on base. I didn't want to get arrested as a spy! Soon we got onto the airfield and picked up lots of speed on the level perimeter road, keeping a steady 22 MPH for a few miles. I was quite enjoying this burst of speed but when we slowed down it was apparent that the woman wasn’t so happy and wobbled quite a bit until she got her composure back. I think I may have been pushing them a bit too hard on my bike-shaped-object.
We went through the checkpoint and gingerly picked our way across the bridge expansion joints, which could easily swallow my 32 mm tyres let alone their 22mm. The next rest stop was at a recreation park connected to the military base. We were the first riders that day to reach it. I had some more breakfast and then visited the loo. When I got out, the couple had already departed. I raced out and saw them in the distance. I almost caught up with them when we crossed the bridge again.
I realised that the mats there had been placed by the organisers to cover the expansion joint but that these had been displaced by cars. I pulled them back into place. The other couple were far in the distance but after a mile I was back up with them. We worked our way up around the far side of the airfield and along the scenic Dixie Road. Then we got to a junction where the route warned of construction. It turned out that this construction was road resurfacing and the construction gang had obliterated all of the route markings. Needless to say, people got lost. I saw a family sailing on towards Highway 182. I passed the couple who were pondering which way to go. It was obviously the wrong way but soon I found Edwards St and I was at the end of it instead of half way along so I could pick up the correct trail. Getting back to the riverwalk I found outbound people getting lost and to make it worse I think I sent them the wrong way as the Lumpkin Rd crossing looks very much like 10th Division Rd. At least I wasn’t lost any more and I motored the last eight miles back to HQ, the first bike back. I never saw the couple again and they may still be circling Fort Benning looking for the route mark. So I told the organisers about the pitfalls I found on the way and saw the BRAG hats. I reckoned that there was enough money to buy fuel for the return drive so I got a $10 hat.
I rushed into the shower, jumped in the car and once I hit the highway it was non stop 55mph cruise control for the next 100 miles to catch to the tail end of the Sunday family gathering that Tammy had organised.
Sunday morning up with the lark. I packed all my belongings into the car and set out my wash things and a change of clothes ready in order to make a quick exit when I got back. I downloaded another Archers and settled into the car with my Brazilian Roast. Went back for a refill and by this time the jug contained Peruvian coffee. Tasted the same to me. Waited until the clock hit 7.30am and I hit the chill morning air on the trail. Susan was already up and wished me a good ride. My hosts from the night before were packing up and just waiting until the morning sun burned the dew off the tent.
I set off at rogue’s pace enjoying the chilly morning.
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sAyQwQu0lZY_oMKNneKMP9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=directlink
I tracked a couple going fast on really fancy bikes. I stopped occasionally to take a picture and then carried on catching up with them.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
I got to the first rest stop in no time. Not having had breakfast I devoured a PB&J and a banana and carried on this time following the fast couple. They both had Corima four spoke rear wheels and a fancy bike to match. Even one Corima wheel would cost more than five times that of my Walmart road bike. We picked our way through the massive military base, Fort Benning and stopped often to check the route. No pictures on base. I didn't want to get arrested as a spy! Soon we got onto the airfield and picked up lots of speed on the level perimeter road, keeping a steady 22 MPH for a few miles. I was quite enjoying this burst of speed but when we slowed down it was apparent that the woman wasn’t so happy and wobbled quite a bit until she got her composure back. I think I may have been pushing them a bit too hard on my bike-shaped-object.
We went through the checkpoint and gingerly picked our way across the bridge expansion joints, which could easily swallow my 32 mm tyres let alone their 22mm. The next rest stop was at a recreation park connected to the military base. We were the first riders that day to reach it. I had some more breakfast and then visited the loo. When I got out, the couple had already departed. I raced out and saw them in the distance. I almost caught up with them when we crossed the bridge again.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
I realised that the mats there had been placed by the organisers to cover the expansion joint but that these had been displaced by cars. I pulled them back into place. The other couple were far in the distance but after a mile I was back up with them. We worked our way up around the far side of the airfield and along the scenic Dixie Road. Then we got to a junction where the route warned of construction. It turned out that this construction was road resurfacing and the construction gang had obliterated all of the route markings. Needless to say, people got lost. I saw a family sailing on towards Highway 182. I passed the couple who were pondering which way to go. It was obviously the wrong way but soon I found Edwards St and I was at the end of it instead of half way along so I could pick up the correct trail. Getting back to the riverwalk I found outbound people getting lost and to make it worse I think I sent them the wrong way as the Lumpkin Rd crossing looks very much like 10th Division Rd. At least I wasn’t lost any more and I motored the last eight miles back to HQ, the first bike back. I never saw the couple again and they may still be circling Fort Benning looking for the route mark. So I told the organisers about the pitfalls I found on the way and saw the BRAG hats. I reckoned that there was enough money to buy fuel for the return drive so I got a $10 hat.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
I rushed into the shower, jumped in the car and once I hit the highway it was non stop 55mph cruise control for the next 100 miles to catch to the tail end of the Sunday family gathering that Tammy had organised.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Bike Ride Across Georgia Part 3
DAY TWO
Next morning I got coffee from the stand and sat in the car listening to NPR while charging my phone. The other rogues set off at the crack of dawn on their 101 miles and could be seen crossing the big river bridge.
Eventually Susan appeared but no Mikey. Mikey had gone back to town and celebrated a bit too hard and so was not moving too fast that day. We set off over the Dillingham Bridge and entered Alabama. We were soon at the first rest stop and breakfast of PB&J and a banana.
The USA road signs for hazards are yellow diamonds and for some reason they often say “CHURCH”. Very kind of the Alabamians to warn you of such danger.
The next stop was after a hot ride through Seale, a tiny place a bit sad and crumbling. One road through Seale is called Poorhouse Road and at the end there is an abandoned purple shop for rent.
It also boasts Butch and Frank’s Museum of Wonder which we didn’t go in. We then ventured onto the Shake-and-Bake which is the BRAG name for a roughly surfaced road. I didn’t really notice anything on my low pressure wide tyres but the real road bikes picked up plenty of vibration. Further on we saw a grizzly scene. A lynched dummy was slowly spinning on a rope. A pumpkin on a nearby table indicated that this was supposed to be a halloween display. Standards of good taste seem to be a bit different in Alabama.
At the end of this was the rest stop at the FWV (Foreign War Veterans).
It was getting very hot by now so I grabbed some SPF50 at this rest stop. The next part started going down and picking up lots of speed down Nuckolls road heading towards the inevitable bridge across a creek. But what you didn’t see was the one and a half inch step where the road joined the bridge. It was then that I was grateful for my cheap Walmart bike with 32mm tyres and my 70psi that Ride-On-Bikes had put into them as I could hop onto this step. Most people stopped after this to check that their wheels were still circular. Unlucky ones had a puncture or worse, a bent rim. The countryside went rolling up and down in the heat.
A water hydrant was broken and a torrent poured out of it. We cranked slowly along Downing Drive, which felt like it should be called Upping Drive. A group of horse riders moved out of our way as we reached the industrial area. A big road could be heard with heavy traffic and and we emerged at Ray’s nursery and another stop.
It looked like there was a long hill going up in terraces ahead of us but we turned right and through a few suburban roads. There we met a sharp hill of only 100 yards but many people walked. Road bike gearing doesn’t work on hills but anyone who can get around Stroud would have had no problem. This lead us along Brickyard Road which was long, hot and very quiet. Then the road started to fall and we freewheeled on the smooth road for ages and thoroughly enjoyed the breeze and a rest. At the bottom we felt refreshed again and found the brickyard. In fact the brickyard was split over several sites and stretched over several miles with many dangerous railroad tracks to cross. The urban part Phenix City began to crowd around us and we popped back over the bridge back to Georgia and the camp.
After a shower and a listening to Garrison Keillor’s Prairie Home Companion while charging my phone in the car it was off to the Hardee’s camp Terra Nova and a couple of beers. The chips and snacks were good and given blood pressure concerns, it was great that much of this was with no added salt.
That night the girls went foraging for food and the men stayed at camp listening to the live sport on a little radio. I think a ball might have been involved but I can't be sure. The girls arrived with a stack of giant pizzas which we munched as the sun went down. Then there were Smores. What is Smores? Apparently it is a camp fireside tradition.
First impale a couple of marshmallows on a wire and dip this into the flames until the marshmallows start to get a blackened crust. If it catches fire as it most probably will, do not wave it about. This would cause it to fly off and be eaten by a very grateful dog like mine was. Just blow on it to extinguish it. When it is hot and about to melt assemble it as follows. Take a Graham Cracker, which is like a thin, square, less crumbly digestive biscuit. Place some Hershey’s chocolate on it and smear the remains of the marshmallow on top. Quickly sandwich the whole mess with another Graham Cracker and eat!
Before bedtime I went took a detour to my bench where I could pick up a WiFi signal called LinkSys. I downloaded two episodes of the Archers plus Ambridge Extra. I found that using my blanket and towel over my mattress this would take the edge off the hardness enough to make it comfortable. I listened to my podcasts and tried to go to sleep. The snoring wasn’t too bad. Nor the air conditioning which sounded like a light engineering plant starting up. It was the wretched helicopter doing night rides. It would fly low and with tight turns, presumably to scare the joy riders on board. But not only this, it would advertise using a loud hailer making it even more of a nuisance. And because the rides were short it would do this every 15 to 20 minutes.
Next morning I got coffee from the stand and sat in the car listening to NPR while charging my phone. The other rogues set off at the crack of dawn on their 101 miles and could be seen crossing the big river bridge.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
The USA road signs for hazards are yellow diamonds and for some reason they often say “CHURCH”. Very kind of the Alabamians to warn you of such danger.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
It also boasts Butch and Frank’s Museum of Wonder which we didn’t go in. We then ventured onto the Shake-and-Bake which is the BRAG name for a roughly surfaced road. I didn’t really notice anything on my low pressure wide tyres but the real road bikes picked up plenty of vibration. Further on we saw a grizzly scene. A lynched dummy was slowly spinning on a rope. A pumpkin on a nearby table indicated that this was supposed to be a halloween display. Standards of good taste seem to be a bit different in Alabama.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
At the end of this was the rest stop at the FWV (Foreign War Veterans).
It was getting very hot by now so I grabbed some SPF50 at this rest stop. The next part started going down and picking up lots of speed down Nuckolls road heading towards the inevitable bridge across a creek. But what you didn’t see was the one and a half inch step where the road joined the bridge. It was then that I was grateful for my cheap Walmart bike with 32mm tyres and my 70psi that Ride-On-Bikes had put into them as I could hop onto this step. Most people stopped after this to check that their wheels were still circular. Unlucky ones had a puncture or worse, a bent rim. The countryside went rolling up and down in the heat.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
A water hydrant was broken and a torrent poured out of it. We cranked slowly along Downing Drive, which felt like it should be called Upping Drive. A group of horse riders moved out of our way as we reached the industrial area. A big road could be heard with heavy traffic and and we emerged at Ray’s nursery and another stop.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
It looked like there was a long hill going up in terraces ahead of us but we turned right and through a few suburban roads. There we met a sharp hill of only 100 yards but many people walked. Road bike gearing doesn’t work on hills but anyone who can get around Stroud would have had no problem. This lead us along Brickyard Road which was long, hot and very quiet. Then the road started to fall and we freewheeled on the smooth road for ages and thoroughly enjoyed the breeze and a rest. At the bottom we felt refreshed again and found the brickyard. In fact the brickyard was split over several sites and stretched over several miles with many dangerous railroad tracks to cross. The urban part Phenix City began to crowd around us and we popped back over the bridge back to Georgia and the camp.
After a shower and a listening to Garrison Keillor’s Prairie Home Companion while charging my phone in the car it was off to the Hardee’s camp Terra Nova and a couple of beers. The chips and snacks were good and given blood pressure concerns, it was great that much of this was with no added salt.
That night the girls went foraging for food and the men stayed at camp listening to the live sport on a little radio. I think a ball might have been involved but I can't be sure. The girls arrived with a stack of giant pizzas which we munched as the sun went down. Then there were Smores. What is Smores? Apparently it is a camp fireside tradition.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
First impale a couple of marshmallows on a wire and dip this into the flames until the marshmallows start to get a blackened crust. If it catches fire as it most probably will, do not wave it about. This would cause it to fly off and be eaten by a very grateful dog like mine was. Just blow on it to extinguish it. When it is hot and about to melt assemble it as follows. Take a Graham Cracker, which is like a thin, square, less crumbly digestive biscuit. Place some Hershey’s chocolate on it and smear the remains of the marshmallow on top. Quickly sandwich the whole mess with another Graham Cracker and eat!
Before bedtime I went took a detour to my bench where I could pick up a WiFi signal called LinkSys. I downloaded two episodes of the Archers plus Ambridge Extra. I found that using my blanket and towel over my mattress this would take the edge off the hardness enough to make it comfortable. I listened to my podcasts and tried to go to sleep. The snoring wasn’t too bad. Nor the air conditioning which sounded like a light engineering plant starting up. It was the wretched helicopter doing night rides. It would fly low and with tight turns, presumably to scare the joy riders on board. But not only this, it would advertise using a loud hailer making it even more of a nuisance. And because the rides were short it would do this every 15 to 20 minutes.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Bike Ride Across Georgia Part 2
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.
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).
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
 |
| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
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.
Monday, January 30, 2012
BRAG - Bike Ride Across Georgia
This blog entry will be in four parts. Here is part 1/4
Last October I went off to Georgia to ride Bikefest 2011. This is one of the events held by BRAG - Bike Ride Across Georgia. Bikefest this year was held in the lively city of Columbus. The thought of eating the miles along the USA countryside with a fully supported ride was very attractive. The website advice was mostly helpful but mystifying in places with mentions of “shake and bake”. So I timed a visit to Georgia to match Bikefest and started preparations.
I would have loved to ride the Moulton but it would have had to be packed in two extra bags, which would add £140 to take on a plane. Also, while the frame is tough I’m not sure that it would survive British Airways unbent. As for a hire bike I was quoted $100 a day for a very lovely Specialized Roubaix. I looked for another option and Walmart had a road bike shaped object for $149, The GMC Denali 700C. This bike has suffered the scorn of “serious” cyclists so I decided to have a look at one and if it was truly unrideable then the hire bike was still an option.
In Tifton, Georgia the website said that there was “limited stock”. This is Walmart code for “we have got only one and it is out on display”. We got to Walmart and there it was up in the air on a rack gleaming in bright yellow. I got it down and noted where the pennies were pinched. The stodgy single pivot caliper brakes with no release mechanism. Wheels held on by 15mm nuts. The 21 speed Revo shifters which force all the cables to make a tangle at the front. The 75psi max 700C x 32 tyres. The final assembly quality was very poor and the brake pads and derailleurs were not correctly set. The chainwheel looked like chrome but this was due to a shiny plastic detailing. The actual chainwheel gears looked like they were held together by screws but these were actually disguised rivets. But the geometry and saddle was nice and the wheels were almost circular.
I got the store to adjust the brake blocks and took the bike. After tightening up all the bolts the first ride it was apparent that the front derailleur didn’t change very well. It was fitted far too high and at the wrong angle. Even after lowering and straightening the derailleur it made a little noise. The chainwheels were not quite at right angles to the crank and so wobbled. So I adjusted the cable so that it would only make noise in low gears, which I don’t use very often.
I did a few local loops of 20 to 30 miles to see if I could survive a proper ride on it. The crank started to creak. The saddle needed shifting up. After stretching, the derailleurs needed adjusting again. The brakes were not really wonderful. But the frame was fabulous and gave a very steady ride. The saddle was amazingly good. The drive-train ran out of gears quickly as it appeared to be designed for mountain bikes so 25 mph was the top speed. The gears were set to 3, 7 most of the time.
Hello Columbus
As I neared Columbus there was a massive downpour with a thunderstorm. The traffic slowed down to 40mph due to the rain. But it dried up as soon as I arrived and it didn’t deter the campers on this riverside site. The middle classes arrived with their massive RVs (Recreational Vehicles) towing SUVs (Sports Utility Vehicles) behind them. Other SUVs and pickup trucks were festooned with the highest tech Specialized, Trek, Bianchi, Giant fitted with aero this and that. Not a Schraeder valve in sight! Tents varied in size from bivouac to minor manor house. My home was to be the indoor camping which turned out to be a former cotton warehouse. This 1885 building had been modernised as offices with carpeting and air conditioning and so was as comfortable as a floor can be. Why was the building empty? Because after 120 years of trading they moved production to China.
I checked in at BRAG HQ, got my wristband, T shirt, parking permit and a set of routes, timetables and regulations. When you want to warn of a passing car the rules say that you should call “Car Up” or “Car Back” but it doesn’t say which one is which direction. It turns out that "Car Up" means "Car Down" and "Car Back" means "Car Up". I hope that is clear. Before dark I got the bike out and fitted accessories including pump and tool pouch and got the tyre pressure as high as I could. I set out my bedding on the floor then cycled a little loop around town.
Getting a bit hungry I wandered into the town’s Broadway which was conveniently only a few hundred yards away. I found a food place that looked interesting and cheap. The ordering system was take a menu sheet from a pad, write your name on it and tick your choices. Pay the cashier who staples the receipt to the menu.. Give the menu to the chef. Five minutes later your name gets called out. The food was very good and inexpensive. Turns out this is where the college students have their meal plans. There were some other BRAG people at the table identifiable by their wrist bands. These were vet Rod, and retired teachers Susan and Mikey and a chap called Tom. After the meal I wandered around the nearby streets until my phone picked up an open WiFi signal. I found a bench and downloaded the last few podcasts of “The Archers”. Hurrah for technology! I settled down on my patch of warehouse floor with the headphones listening to Clive Horrobin hitching a lift to Ambridge.
Last October I went off to Georgia to ride Bikefest 2011. This is one of the events held by BRAG - Bike Ride Across Georgia. Bikefest this year was held in the lively city of Columbus. The thought of eating the miles along the USA countryside with a fully supported ride was very attractive. The website advice was mostly helpful but mystifying in places with mentions of “shake and bake”. So I timed a visit to Georgia to match Bikefest and started preparations.
I would have loved to ride the Moulton but it would have had to be packed in two extra bags, which would add £140 to take on a plane. Also, while the frame is tough I’m not sure that it would survive British Airways unbent. As for a hire bike I was quoted $100 a day for a very lovely Specialized Roubaix. I looked for another option and Walmart had a road bike shaped object for $149, The GMC Denali 700C. This bike has suffered the scorn of “serious” cyclists so I decided to have a look at one and if it was truly unrideable then the hire bike was still an option.
In Tifton, Georgia the website said that there was “limited stock”. This is Walmart code for “we have got only one and it is out on display”. We got to Walmart and there it was up in the air on a rack gleaming in bright yellow. I got it down and noted where the pennies were pinched. The stodgy single pivot caliper brakes with no release mechanism. Wheels held on by 15mm nuts. The 21 speed Revo shifters which force all the cables to make a tangle at the front. The 75psi max 700C x 32 tyres. The final assembly quality was very poor and the brake pads and derailleurs were not correctly set. The chainwheel looked like chrome but this was due to a shiny plastic detailing. The actual chainwheel gears looked like they were held together by screws but these were actually disguised rivets. But the geometry and saddle was nice and the wheels were almost circular.
I got the store to adjust the brake blocks and took the bike. After tightening up all the bolts the first ride it was apparent that the front derailleur didn’t change very well. It was fitted far too high and at the wrong angle. Even after lowering and straightening the derailleur it made a little noise. The chainwheels were not quite at right angles to the crank and so wobbled. So I adjusted the cable so that it would only make noise in low gears, which I don’t use very often.
I did a few local loops of 20 to 30 miles to see if I could survive a proper ride on it. The crank started to creak. The saddle needed shifting up. After stretching, the derailleurs needed adjusting again. The brakes were not really wonderful. But the frame was fabulous and gave a very steady ride. The saddle was amazingly good. The drive-train ran out of gears quickly as it appeared to be designed for mountain bikes so 25 mph was the top speed. The gears were set to 3, 7 most of the time.
Hello Columbus
As I neared Columbus there was a massive downpour with a thunderstorm. The traffic slowed down to 40mph due to the rain. But it dried up as soon as I arrived and it didn’t deter the campers on this riverside site. The middle classes arrived with their massive RVs (Recreational Vehicles) towing SUVs (Sports Utility Vehicles) behind them. Other SUVs and pickup trucks were festooned with the highest tech Specialized, Trek, Bianchi, Giant fitted with aero this and that. Not a Schraeder valve in sight! Tents varied in size from bivouac to minor manor house. My home was to be the indoor camping which turned out to be a former cotton warehouse. This 1885 building had been modernised as offices with carpeting and air conditioning and so was as comfortable as a floor can be. Why was the building empty? Because after 120 years of trading they moved production to China.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
I checked in at BRAG HQ, got my wristband, T shirt, parking permit and a set of routes, timetables and regulations. When you want to warn of a passing car the rules say that you should call “Car Up” or “Car Back” but it doesn’t say which one is which direction. It turns out that "Car Up" means "Car Down" and "Car Back" means "Car Up". I hope that is clear. Before dark I got the bike out and fitted accessories including pump and tool pouch and got the tyre pressure as high as I could. I set out my bedding on the floor then cycled a little loop around town.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
Getting a bit hungry I wandered into the town’s Broadway which was conveniently only a few hundred yards away. I found a food place that looked interesting and cheap. The ordering system was take a menu sheet from a pad, write your name on it and tick your choices. Pay the cashier who staples the receipt to the menu.. Give the menu to the chef. Five minutes later your name gets called out. The food was very good and inexpensive. Turns out this is where the college students have their meal plans. There were some other BRAG people at the table identifiable by their wrist bands. These were vet Rod, and retired teachers Susan and Mikey and a chap called Tom. After the meal I wandered around the nearby streets until my phone picked up an open WiFi signal. I found a bench and downloaded the last few podcasts of “The Archers”. Hurrah for technology! I settled down on my patch of warehouse floor with the headphones listening to Clive Horrobin hitching a lift to Ambridge.
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| From BRAG Bikefest 2011 Columbus |
Saturday, January 14, 2012
South Georgia Ice Co. RIP
It was clear that the South Georgia Ice Co. was living on borrowed time. Few repairs to the building had been done. Equipment was patched to keep it going. At the time of our last visit I wondered who would need ice that was not of food grade. As it turns out the answer was "nobody". The ice was made in metal buckets with particle board covers that the men walked over. The ice picked up rusty sediment and dust and woodchips so it wasn't suitable to put in your mint julep. In better days the blocks would have gone to keep fish cold, or to keep food fresh in an ice box or the picnic cooler. Or indeed to run the air conditioning in the luxury rail car of a railroad baron. Now everyone can get a refrigerator or aircon instead.
The calendar in the staff room was on April 2010 so they didn't even make it through the summer when the ice would have been wanted.
Although the main entrance was padlocked all the other doors were open including this bulky insulated external door.
The plant room was open with all the pipes and compressor on display
The ice crusher and other clutter in the loading bay had been removed. If you took away the canopy it would look much like it would have as originally built. The freight cars could have picked up ice or carried on across the road to the Union Depot or the other warehouses alongside Chestnut Ave.
The calendar in the staff room was on April 2010 so they didn't even make it through the summer when the ice would have been wanted.
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| From 2011-10-12 Georgia Ice Co |
Although the main entrance was padlocked all the other doors were open including this bulky insulated external door.
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| From 2011-10-12 Georgia Ice Co |
The plant room was open with all the pipes and compressor on display
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| From 2011-10-12 Georgia Ice Co |
The ice crusher and other clutter in the loading bay had been removed. If you took away the canopy it would look much like it would have as originally built. The freight cars could have picked up ice or carried on across the road to the Union Depot or the other warehouses alongside Chestnut Ave.
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| From 2011-10-12 Georgia Ice Co |
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