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Oct. 21st, 2001 08:42 pmI am almost exhausted beyond words. I'm not quite, though, so I'll probably post a couple verbose entries about my weekend.
The idea: The leaves are nice in North Georgia. So, rent a bike, and a friend and I would go up and take a peek. Two days and nearly 300 miles later, my hands can barely type, my shoulders feel like there's a molten iron bar across them, my legs are a bit saddle-sore, and my chest hurts where a yellow-jacket flew down the front of my shirt, panicked, and stung the crap out of me.
But, it was all worth it. It was a beautiful weekend. About 75 both days, just nice enough to be cool zipping through the mountains, winding and turning, hitting the highways and byways of the southern Appalachian Trail during peak leaf-watching. We hit Helen, GA, which is a semi-touristy pseudo-German town in the hills. But hell, it is Oktoberfest, so it was a hopping place (get it? Beer? Hops? Hopping? Ah, nevermind. I'm road-blasted). It may have been too hopping in places -- we took the back way in to miss the traffic, but we did hit some. Especially on the way home tonight. Being on a bike in stop and go traffic is not fun. Especially with a tight clutch. My left hand feels like it's about to fall off.
Pics coming in the next entry...
The idea: The leaves are nice in North Georgia. So, rent a bike, and a friend and I would go up and take a peek. Two days and nearly 300 miles later, my hands can barely type, my shoulders feel like there's a molten iron bar across them, my legs are a bit saddle-sore, and my chest hurts where a yellow-jacket flew down the front of my shirt, panicked, and stung the crap out of me.
But, it was all worth it. It was a beautiful weekend. About 75 both days, just nice enough to be cool zipping through the mountains, winding and turning, hitting the highways and byways of the southern Appalachian Trail during peak leaf-watching. We hit Helen, GA, which is a semi-touristy pseudo-German town in the hills. But hell, it is Oktoberfest, so it was a hopping place (get it? Beer? Hops? Hopping? Ah, nevermind. I'm road-blasted). It may have been too hopping in places -- we took the back way in to miss the traffic, but we did hit some. Especially on the way home tonight. Being on a bike in stop and go traffic is not fun. Especially with a tight clutch. My left hand feels like it's about to fall off.
Pics coming in the next entry...
