I’ll be posting pics later, but for those sick and/or busy folks who couldn’t quite make it, you missed a heck of a ride today. Only two of us were able to answer the bell, me and Jeff (from the epic IN mud ride). With some creative mapping late in the ride, we did 52m instead of 60, but those were well-earned miles with the conditions today: cold, fog, rain, drizzle, gravel, climbing, more fog. I must encourage all local cyclists to take in the charms of Hardy Creek Rd. coming out of Bedford, Trimble Co. That was as good and fun a stretch of riding as I’ve done personally. “Car up!”.
At least for me, the best story of the day was while we we descending Hardy Creek Rd. and I posed to Jeff the question why the “road” existed; who would use it? To my surprise- shock!- around the next bend I see a small silver pick-up coming up the hill. He rolled his window down and say “Hi” and moved on, coon dog box in the back bed. Even better, it had some type of title (coon dog box) of “cur”, which is a word for dog in Shakespearean English. Who would have known that they’re so erudite along Hardy Creek?