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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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).

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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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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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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.

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Although the main entrance was padlocked all the other doors were open including this bulky insulated external door.

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The plant room was open with all the pipes and compressor on display

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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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Korson Watch

Jeff Korson of the local paper The Tifton Gazette has excelled himself this week in an opinion entitled Comprehending Agendas. The only way he could have made it better would have been to call it Comprehending Conspiracies. Link: http://tiftongazette.com/opinion/x1241063294/Your-Opinion-Comprehending-agendas.
Who is it that Jeff doesn't like?
In order of appearance we have:
# Media including books, magazines, radio, TV and movies.
# Homosexuals
# Degenerates. Great word! Don't hear enough of it these days.
# Promiscuous people.
# Communists
# The Federal Government.
# Global warming supporters
# Unions
# Darwinists (and probably all science)
# Rev Jim Wallis
# Feminists
# Russians
# Finally, anybody who listens to the Federal Government.

So Jeff clearly isn't going to take any nonsense from any of these people. Which leaves the question, what guides his moral compass and leads him to call these people "abomination to God"? It can't be the Bible. I don't recall commandment 11 "Thou shalt loudly reject feminists".

Where Jeff gets his opinions from is Glenn Beck. Who in turn is a hard right, paranoid and delusional nutcase working for a Fox News which is owned by News Corporation which is owned by Rupert Murdoch. As has been shown recently what we knew all along that News Corp. has a disregard for decency, truth and honesty.

Jeff, don't be a "useful idiot" regurgitating Glenn Beck's crazy talk. Start thinking for yourself.

The Iodine Trade

Who would have thought that boring iodine would be in the news? But then a nuclear reactor throws out radioactive iodine-131 and suddenly everyone wants some. Why? Because saturating the thyroid with ordinary iodine prevents the take-up of radioactive iodine. Iodised salt is not much use for this as the iodine concentration is very low. It is only about four tablespoons of potassium iodate per tonne of salt and while this is is great against goitre it is useless against nuclear fallout.
Iodine was accidentally discovered in 1811 by Bernard Courtois, while trying to make gunpowder from seaweed. The antiseptic properties were used to save soldiers in the American civil war. Daguerre used it to make photographs. It was discovered by Chinese in 2700BC that seaweed could cure goitre, and in 1820 it was confirmed that iodine was the active ingredient. It used to be a way of life burning seaweed on the coasts of Ireland, Scotland and Brittany for the minerals needed by the alkali industry for fertilisers and the like. They would harvest the kelp, dry it and burn it, resulting in dense blocks of material ready to be shipped for processing. Gradually other sources were found that could be mined and the industry suffered. Iodine provided a valuable extra revenue that the kelp burners could earn but this was only temporary. When sodium iodate extracted as a by-product of saltpetre from Chile became available it threw thousands of crofters out of work and many were forced to emigrate. Nowadays iodine mainly comes from saltpetre and certain brine deposits.

Opus Energy Dodgy Trading

Opus Energy are in the business of hijacking companies' energy accounts . They will use some spurious reason to claim the contract for energy supply. Then they use every underhand and barely legal method to prevent you from escaping their grubby clutches.

Here is a six step list of how to escape from the misery of Opus Energy.

1) If Opus Energy cold call you and you aren't already signed up, DROP THE CALL IMMEDIATELY. The telephone sales people can not be trusted.
2) When they don't release your account (and they won't), open a formal complaint with Opus Energy and ask for a case number for the OFGEM ombudsman. Opus Energy will deny that they have a complaints procedure and case numbers don't even exist.
3) Contact your local MP and explain how Opus Energy are harming your business by charging excessive rates and trying to destroy your credit rating by sending spurious demands for unpaid bills.
4) Get onto Watchdog and see if that helps. Opus have been on there before so this might get a result.
5) Get onto the Police or Crimewatch if you think that Opus Energy used fraudulent methods to hijack your account.
6) If none of that works, then wind up your company and start a new one....in a new country.