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The 2012 Bike Trip – Tennessee: Nashville!

Debbie turned me on to the coolest place to stay in Nashville! The Scarritt Bennett Center “was organized in 1988 as a non-profit conference, retreat and educational center, committed to empowerment through cross-cultural understanding, education, creativity and spiritual renewal”.

  

That sounds like pretty heady stuff, doesn’t it? All I know is that it is perfect for the person traveling solo. $50 gets you a twin bed and a bathroom. What more could I want?

The center was initially founded in Kansas City, Missouri, and was established for the purpose of training young women missionaries. It moved to Nashville, Tennessee in 1924, where it became Scarritt College for Christian Workers. Scarritt Hall, Bennett Hall, the Tower and the Chapel, known collectively as the Belle Bennett Memorial, were built between 1924- 1927 (just a little background history for you). The center is now owned by the United Methodist Women.

    

I was up early, walking the campus and of course taking a bunch of pictures! The gothic architecture and beautiful grounds made for great photo ops and a lovely morning walk.

  

Not surprisingly, I soon got hungry and decided to walk off campus in search of a local place for breakfast. I passed on Starbucks, Panera, Hardees and Bruegers before I saw it – Noshville! A Nashville institution! I sat at the counter and enjoyed an omelet while listening to Crystal (my server) tell me all about this city. She got right into my desire to find funky/fun places to visit. She also brought me a sampler of the restaurant’s famous pickles as well as one of their Black and White cookies. Evidently, when they run out, folks get a bit irritated. I can see why – shortbread cookie with a not too sweet frosting – yum!

              

After a drenching rain, with plenty of thunder and lightning, I set off to explore downtown. I was of course aware that Nashville is known for it’s music scene, but I was ignorant about it’s history and the city’s many beautiful old buildings. Nashville should advertise that more … Or perhaps they do and I just haven’t paying attention.

      

I walked the entire length of Broadway (21 blocks), even though the front desk staff warned me that these are “city blocks”. As opposed to “country blocks”? 🙂 Whatever kind of blocks they are, I sure worked off my breakfast!

I walked inside the lobby of the Union Station Hotel, the original passenger rail station, built in 1901 and now a Historic Hotel of America. It was also designated a National Historic Landmark in 1977 and is stunning. “The barrel vaulted ceiling is made of 128 pieces of stained glass” and the entire building reminds us that “railroad was once King and artistic craftsmanship was the mark of a distinction” (from the hotel history).

          

I also toured the Ryman Auditorium, home to the Grand Ol opry for over 3o years.  How very cool to see that famous stage, and to read about the history of the building and the musicians and actors who performed there.

      

I very much enjoyed my flight of microbrews, along with the shredded pork/pineapple salsa tacos at Big River Grille. Thanks to a cooling breeze and a prime spot on the patio, I had great opportunity for people watching.

      

From there I wandered down to the river and then walked across the Shelby Street Bridge.  The bridge was originally constructed in 1909, was rehabilitated in 2003 and now is primarily a walking path across the river.

      

A visit to Buck Wild Saloon on 2nd Ave was definitely in order (mostly because Andrew seems to have picked up that nick name … can’t imagine how). There’s something fun about seeing karaoke in full swing at 4p in the afternoon. Even better was when the whole bar crowd (including me) joined in to sing Sweet Caroline at the top of it’s lungs!  I enjoyed the company of my new friend, Raynell, the bartender, who served me ice cold beer as we talked and laughed together.

   

I talked to an 18 year old girl, recently arrived from Kentucky, who is hoping to make it big in Nashville. I wonder how many young people come to this town every year with that same dream?

I met up with Debbie’s niece, Tina, for dinner at the Flying Saucer, which has a most amazing beer selection – hundreds and hundreds to choose from. The restaurant is located in the historic train station and the walls and ceilings are covered with thousands of decorative plates.

     

After dinner, we drove to the Parthenon … yep, the Parthenon.

     

Who knew that Nashville has an exact replica of the Greek Parthenon? Not Me! Originally built for Tennessee’s 1897 Centennial Exposition, “this replica of the original Parthenon in Athens serves as a monument to what is considered the pinnacle of classical architecture”. It was an amazing site to see, especially against the evening sky.  Do you see me standing there?  That structure is massive and stunning to see!

What an incredible day this has been! Of course there was music and food, but the history, buildings and people were a wonderful surprise. I’m ready to get back on the bike tomorrow, but I sure have enjoyed this layover day in Nashville!  Next time, I’ll stay more than 36 hours!

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The 2012 Bike Trip – Tennesse: Ocoee to Nashville

Friends have heard me say that I don’t use GPS; I use MAPS. I just love a map, and my large print map of Tennessee has been the perfect guide on this trip.

I also like to stop and ask locals for directions and for tips on good places to get a meal. What I find interesting is that a lot people don’t know the general area in which they live. I guess some just aren’t lucky enough to be able to travel far from their own county and state roads.

Yesterday, after I was given incorrect directions to a post office in Cosby, TN, I stopped to talk with an elderly gentleman sitting outside a store in that tiny little town. After confirming that I’d been told wrong, we discussed whether I should back track or head on to the next town. He looked me in the eye and said “do you just want to get it done and get it off your mind?” Well, yes I did! So back track I did and was glad of it. It’s funny how we remember the smallest of exchanges with people. He was in the right place at the right time and essentially said “just do it; don’t sweat the small stuff”.

I got to chat briefly with another gentleman today. I’d guess he has easily seen his 80th year. He was chuckling at me because I was sitting at a stoplight in Etowah,TN taking a picture of the downtown buildings on Main Street (which reminded me a bit of Radford). From car to bike, across the lane of traffic, he told me how to correctly say Etowah and wished me well on my journey. I adore these brief connections with people along the way.

Which makes me think of another thing I’ve noticed about Tennessee. Everywhere I go, I see folks chatting in groups of 2. Outside stores, walking along roads, standing in parking lots, and even through the window of a tractor through to the window of a car alongside the highway. I know … you’re probably thinking “that’s really not so interesting, Laurie”, but it’s something I keep noticing. These look to be significant conversations between the people involved – on the sidewalk, in the field, along the road. Maybe it’s just me but I like that folks are stopping to chat and connect … and not a one on a cell phone.

  

Today was a wonderful day to be on the bike and Tennessee has beautiful roads to ride on. I took 411 to the Hiwassee/Ocoee Scenic River State Park. Once there, I parked the bike, got down to the river to take pictures and promptly got wet up to my calves. Yep that’s me! See a body of water / get in it. But this time I did not PLAN to get wet. Thankfully, riding the bike serves as a great dryer for boots and jeans.

  

  

      

I highly recommend riding RT 68 to Rt 70 to Rt 96, part of the Tennessee Scenic Roadway system. I saw incredible scenery – mountains, rivers, lakes, rock outcroppings, a nuclear plant – yep, a nuclear plant. It was quite the surprise to ride up on that plant, out in the middle of what seemed like no where.

  

The ride through the Cumberland Mountain area was beautiful and fun – lots of twisty roads, up and down the mountains, with the road constantly changing from 2 lanes to 4.

  

Rather than waiting to get to Nashville, I stopped in at the Bumpus HD store in Murfresboro, TN. I’m so glad I did! Everyone there was great! They took the bike right in, found the problem (pinched fuses and a couple other things) and convinced me I needed a new tire (something I already knew). One of the employees (an older gentleman – hmmm – I see a pattern) said “if you were my girlfriend, I’d want you to have a new tire”. I almost laughed – I thought he was going to say if you were my daughter I’d want you to have a new tire!! Yes, it was an unexpected expense, but I feel better having the problems fixed. Phil really checked the bike well and came out and talked with me about all that he’d found and what needed to be done. The guys at that store could not have been more helpful and they were fun to hang out with, too. They even helped me figure out how to get into the city while avoiding rush hour traffic.

After dinner at a local sports pub (again, average food but the Molson Golden was ice cold and hit the spot), I rode on into Nashville. The view of the skyline from the highway has me excited and ready to explore!

While in Nashville, I am staying at the Skerritt/Bennett Center (details tomorrow).  For $50 bucks, I get a bed and a bathroom – how great is that?  The gothic style buildings are gorgeous and I’ve got the camera battery charging in anticipation of some early morning photography!

I rode 250 miles in this jam packed day! I am truly, happily exhausted!

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The 2012 Bike Trip – Tennessee: Pre-ride Prep

It’s the evening before my annual bike trip and I am just about ready to leave for my third solo ride of 1000 plus miles .  Several people have asked me why I sometimes ride alone.  Essentially it’s two things:  1) we all have a limited amount of vacation time and mine doesn’t necessarily line up with that of my friend’s, especially those who like to ride and 2) it’s kinda nice to pick your own route and make all decisions based on your own desires.  I love to ride with friends … but I sure love riding alone too.

One saddle bag is already full of  things needed for riding in “inclement weather” (yep, you’ve got it – rain).  Rain coat and pants, plastic bags, a towel, long sleeve shirt and extra socks.  I’ve been lucky the last two times I have taken a long ride and I’ve ridden in beautiful weather.  I am not so sure I’ll be that lucky this time around.

That’s okay though … it’s all part of the experience!

I spent a  couple hours plotting the route and the maps are protected inside ziplock bags.  The obligatory email has been sent, I have talked to Andrew, and this year, I met with friends for a “pre-trip” drink.  I’ll be riding for 6 days, which is 1 more than the last time  I took a long trip and my bike luggage sure seems smaller this year.

It’s pretty hard to fit riding clothes, exploring clothes and concert clothes in one little piece of luggage, in addition to finding room in the saddle bags for the camera, a book, first aid kit, maps, snacks, and a variety of other things that I think are necessary for a week on the road.  I wish I could say that the items in this picture are the only things I’ll be loading on the bike tomorrow morning.  The bag in the picture has 6 days worth of clothes!  Tom Boy that I am, I sure struggled fitting them all in there!

This is the plan:

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be riding to the area around Ocoee, TN and I’m hoping to see lots of beautiful natural sites when I visit the Hiwassee/Ocoee Scenic River State Park.  This area is known for whitewater rafting, hiking, and lots of scenic roads for riding.  I wish I could do some rafting but they don’t let the river down on the days I will be there, so I’ll happily make do with a lot of photography and other things (zip line maybe?).  http://www.ocoeewhitewaterinn.com/

On Wednesday, I’ll head to Nashville.  I’ll be staying in a renovated historic building right in the heart of Nashville ($50/night – thanks for the tip, Deb!).  It is supposed to be within walking distance to all kinds of fun places, including Music Row, VanderbiltUniversity, and lots of restaurants.  I’m sure you can imagine what I’ll be doing there … eating, drinking and listening to music!  http://www.scarrittbennett.org/ .

After two nights in Nashville, I’ll ride to Knoxville where I’ll get to visit with long time friends Jen and Justin Carnes and their daughter Eli.

Then, it’s on to Bristol Saturday to see Mumford and Sons (in an outdoor venue) with Shelly, Greg, Dean, and Beth.

I’ll head back to Radford on Sunday, after about 1000 miles of riding.

Liz and Wilson have agreed to take the traditional start of the trip picture in the morning.  I hope to be leaving the house by 7:30 and at their house soon after.

I’m riding about 320 miles tomorrow.  What might seem like a short 4-5 hour ride in a car, is a long day on the bike  – especially because I like to stop and explore (and I am also confident I will take a wrong turn here and there).

Here’s hoping for a good night’s sleep!

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The 2012 Bike Trip – Tennessee: Radford to Ocoee, TN

The alarm was set for 6am, but the excitement of the adventure had me wide awake by 5 and on the way to Liz and Wilson’s by 7:15.  As I pulled up, they were walking out the door to greet me. I love it when my friends join in on the fun! And how nice to have Wilson reassure me about the condition of my front tire (which I should have had replaced).
By the time I pulled out I had a clean windshield and mirrors and fresh ice and water for the bottle. The traditional “start of the trip” pictures had been taken, and hugs and kisses were shared all around. What a lovely way to start the day!

  

Over pre-trip beers last night, Billy, Carlo, Pam and I discussed the weather and we all agreed that it made sense to knock out a hundred miles on the interstate early in the day. I typically avoid those roads in favor of less traffic and more opportunities for exploring small towns but with the rain threatening, I was on I81 by 7:50 and in Bristol in no time.

All I could say about seeing the Bristol Motor Speedway for the first time was “oh my and oh wow”!  I had no idea it was such a huge place!  This picture was taken with my phone and through out the blog, you will be able to tell the difference between that and my real camera!

My destination for this first day was Ocoee, Tennessee and I passed through many towns, and rode on lots of fun roads along the way.

  

  

As I traveled along Rt 68, I rode through Turtletown, Dogtown and Ducktown and the locals I talked to were just not sure how these towns got their names. I think I’d have had to make up a story or two.

Rt 68 runs through the Cherokee National Forest and it was a beautiful ride. Lush, green and damp from recent rain. I really enjoyed that part of the day; it reminded me of riding through the Nantahalah on the way to the Dragon 2 years ago.

  

  

By 6p I was ready to ride the final leg – Rt 64/74, which runs along the Ocoee River. I was able to stop and take pictures at the Whitewater Center (a site used in the 1996 Olympics). The road was fun to ride and certainly was pretty, but the tree damage because of lack of rain and the scant water flowing down the Ocoee riverbed because of the 3 hydroelectric dams, made me wonder and dream about how beautiful the area must have once been. I saw no whitewater because the dams are not opened on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

  

  

By now, I had figured out that my head light had burned out and the right turn signal also was not working. I’ll be calling the HD dealership in Nashville tomorrow morning to see about getting those things fixed. Thank goodness I have a lay over day scheduled! In the meantime, lack of a head light meant I was not able to explore Ocoee once I arrived and those who know me, know that I have to have cold beer at the end of the day’s ride!  While I can’t brag about the food, the little mexican restaurant (every small town has one!) offered cold Dos Equis and a place to write about the day – without having to ride at night without a headlight!  Afterwards, the Ocoee Whitewater Inn offered a comfortable, clean, and inexpensive room and breakfast in the morning.  Not a bad deal and a perfect place to park the bike!

I’m thankful to the friends who have been texting throughout the day! I enjoy riding solo, but you all make me feel like I have company.

360 miles today and no rain! Phew!
This woman will sleep well tonight!

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Learning To Ride, Part 2

So the search for the “middle bike” was on and at the suggestion of a friend, I turned to Ebay.

Now, I had never bought anything off of Ebay, let alone a motorcycle, so I was pretty ignorant about buying and selling online.  I did have a basic idea about what I wanted in the next bike.   I knew I wanted a used bike – I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a new one only to find it wasn’t what I really wanted and I didn’t want to worry about messing up a brand new bike because of beginner’s mistakes.  I was also looking for a bike with mid range controls, meaning that the clutch and the brake were within reach of my short legs.  Other priorities included a lower seat height, low mileage and of course, it had to be within my price range.

A bike that seemed to fit my needs was available and I jumped into bidding.  I was the high bidder for a couple weeks, slowly increasing the amount I would pay, always staying within my budget but slightly ahead of the other bidders.  On the evening of the final bidding, I sat down at my computer, a gin and tonic by my side and played the game in earnest.

The problem with drinking gin and tonics while bidding on Ebay is that it’s easy to get excited and exceed the budget.  Which is exactly what I did.  Happily I moved onto my second G&T, entering in more bids and thinking “I WILL own this bike”!  Well … anyone who has bid for items on Ebay knows what happened next.

I lost the bike in the last 5 seconds.

Initially I was devastated, but when I woke up the next morning I was somewhat relieved.   Just two hours later, though, I received a call saying that the high bidder had dropped out!  I had won the bike AND they would let me have it for my original budgeted amount.  Needless to say, I was thrilled and the 2008 HD Sportster XL 883L with only 300 miles on it was  mine!!  Well, it was almost mine … first I had to get it home from North Carolina.

My good friend Michael agreed to drive me the two hours to pick up the bike.   Just like with Billy and my Honda Rebel, I was so glad to have an experienced biker with me.  Michael checked out the bike, loaded it up on the trailer and we headed back home to Virginia.

    

Buying the “new” bike, meant selling the old bike, so for a short period of time before I sold the Honda (not without some sadness I might add) I actually had two bikes in my carport!

I brought the Sportster home in November of 2009 and rode as many  miles as I could in preparation for the next phase in my biking life:  a 50th Birthday Solo Ride!   I gained experience by riding solo, riding with friends and with my local HOG chapter.  Slowly my confidence level grew and I was ready for my first solo trip.  I’d taken a long trip before (1000 miles) but this time I would be the driver and I would be alone.

In July of 2010, I left on a 925 mile, 5 day, 3 state trip, (which will someday be the subject of another blog entry).  I tamed the Tail of the Dragon in Tennessee; rode through mountains and along rivers; on beautiful sunny days and during rain storms.  I also rode the entire length of the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I ate at great local restaurants, visited fun local pubs, and every where I went people asked me about riding solo and celebrating being 50 years old!

        

     

I absolutely loved the freedom of those five days—no plan and the opportunity to spontaneously pick my route. I went from one town to the next, choosing the roads as I went along. The folks I met and who helped to guide me added depth to the ride. I often hear bikers talk about the wind in the face and the freedom of the road. I feel like I finally get it.  Even still, when I finally pulled back into Radford, that traditional end of the day beer sure tasted good (thanks Amy!).

So what’s next in this journey of learning to ride?

After 12,000 miles of riding, I’m dreaming about my final, “big girl” bike.  I’m still not sure what that bike will be but I do know that I am ready for it!

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Learning to Ride, Part 1

I’ll never forget my first ride on the back of a motorcycle (okay – not counting that ride on the back of a dirt bike in 1981,heading down a forest service road to the Salmon River in Idaho).  This time, I was immediately and completely hooked!  I got off the bike and wooped it up as I ran and threw myself into the arms of my friend.  A passion for motorcycles was born that night for sure!

I spent the first year riding on the back of a 2003 Anniversary Heritage Softail (“the Springer”) and I loved every moment!  Some women long to be the driver from the get go.  Me?  I was happy sitting  in the back, watching the scenery and acting the part of the “traveling, babbling companion”.  Yep, that describes me pretty well.

In May of 2009, I took the motorcycle safety course at New River Community College, and while I passed the class without a problem, I was the only one in the class who dropped the bike … in a parking lot … yeah, a flat parking lot.  Despite that less than stellar beginning, I got my license the very next week and immediately started looking for a bike.

My good friend Billy helped me to find the perfect starter bike and I’ll forever be grateful to him for that.

Having an experienced biker with me gave me the confidence I needed to take what was for me, a huge step.  Billy had a friend who was selling a 20 year old Honda Rebel and I jumped at the offer.  He took me to meet the seller of the bike, checked it out for me, watched me ride it in a church parking lot (where I did NOT drop it) and even rode it home for me.

      

Looks like he’s riding a toy bike, doesn’t it?

Home for the bike for the first two months was a storage unit.  I live at the top of a fairly steep driveway so having the storage unit gave me time to gain experience starting on, and getting up, hills.  A nearby parking lot offered just enough of a hill to practice on (I look back on it now and chuckle that it presented even the mildest of challenges).  Soon enough I brought the bike home and I was riding as much as I could.

I had such great support from my friends during this time.  Billy kept encouraging me to get out of town,  into the country and to stop “waving like Miss America” when I passed people I knew.  Amy, Debbie and Jan insisted that I let at least one of them know when I left on a ride and when I returned home.  Once I got my first HD bike, the GOAs and Tim gave me my first leather in the form of a vest and my father even gave me a HD winter cap to wear under my helmet.  My friends have supported, encouraged, and been very excited for me!

Soon enough I was begging to ride with the big boys and I managed to keep up pretty well, considering that I was riding a little 250cc bike (I called it my “baby bike”).  Within 3 months I was ready to move up to something bigger.  I rode that little Honda so hard during one ride that the muffler vibrated right off the bike!  It was the perfect starter bike.  I encourage new riders to start small like I did.  The confidence I gained as a novice on that little bike was invaluable.  But after riding 1500 miles, it was time to move on up.  I wanted my next bike, my “middle bike”, to be one that would offer me more of a challenge but still not push my capability.

The kind of bike that would be was still to be determined.  All I knew is that I was ready!

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Funeral Ride

Tonight I rode in my first biker funeral procession.

Curtis Smith, a 53 yr old man I barely knew, died this week while riding his bike.  Family and friends gathered inside the funeral home, as the bikes lined up outside.  After the service, the procession began.  The Radford City Police led the way, followed by the bikes, then the funeral car, the family and other mourners.  It was a powerful thing to have a RCP Officer at every intersection, standing at full attention and salute, and to see cars pull over as a sign of respect for the recently deceased.  Part of me wishes I’d had a camera other than my cell phone with me.  Then again, not focusing on photography for once made me more fully participate in the procession

I’ve ridden in many a long line of bikes before but this one was different.  The day was turning to night as we rode along the roads in Snowville to a  small country cemetery.  The very near miss run in with a deer by one of the bikes, an all too common occurrence in this neck of the woods, added an element of drama to a night that needed no more.  No one who rides, motorcycle or bicycle needs a reminder of the risks taken when getting in the saddle, and of course, the result of that risk is what brought us all here this evening.

I would guess that most of the bikers who rode tonight, did not know Curtis well.  But each and every one came prepared to ride in the rain, to show this man and his family final respect.  I was moved to hear various riders offer support, whether a hug, an expression of sympathy, a cold beer after a long difficult day, or an offer to help with taking care of Curtis’s bike.

I’ve always heard that bikers take care of their own and that surely was evident tonight.

The rain is pouring outside as I write, all safe and warm, inside on my couch.  I hope that my fellow riders from this evening are also warm and dry.

Curtis did not make it home this week, but I hope the family takes comfort in knowing that he died doing what he loved.   May he rest peacefully now …