I hit the road early in the morning and headed west across the North Carolina mountains. Rolling through Knoxville, I headed southwest towards Chattanooga. When I arrived I had to stop by the customer site first before I checked into my hotel. The first thing I noticed was that they were pretty bike-friendly out there.
Protected bike lanes. They haz them.
I did a little prep work and headed to my hotel. It was too late to get in a mountain bike ride so I got on The Internets and looked for local breweries. I found several, including one within walking distance from my temporary residence. I changed my clothes and hit the pavement.
Chattanooga is surrounded by mountains so it made the walk quite pleasant. Before I knew it, I saw a good sign.
Around the corner from that lovely site was the Chattanooga Brewing Company. I walked in and was greeted by nice people and a wide array of beer. I opted for their IPA of course.
I actually had several. They had a kitchen on site, so I enjoyed some good food too. Two (or three or four or five) beers later, I wandered back to the hotel just before the sun went down. I got my shit together and went to bed, ready for a long day at work.
During the very few breaks I had during the day, I started planning my first post-work ride. I found a map on The Internets from their local mountain bike club and it looked confusing. I took a picture of it just in case I needed it later.
I finished work at a reasonable hour and I headed out to the trail. My first ride out there would be Raccoon Mountain, and on the drive out there I wondered if I had enough daylight to get in a good ride. You know, unfamiliar trails and all that.
The journey to the trailhead made me wonder if I would ever get there.
I was intrigued. And worried. What was I getting myself into? Who gives a shit. I'm always down for an adventure.
I'll get to it tomorrow.
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