A few beers later, I was satisfied that my next ride in Chattanooga would be incident free.
I worked all day on Thursday, but during my (very little) down time I planned my evening ride. The guitar playing bartender at Moccasin Bend Brewery and I talked about my ride while I enjoyed beer, and he asked me what else I was planning to ride in the area. I said I had no idea. He suggested 5 Points to me. He said it was fast and flowy, but with plenty of rocks and other features to keep it technically challenging. I was intrigued so I hit up the local websites to get directions. While it's a Chattanooga trail, it's actually located about fifteen miles away in North Georgia.
I high-tailed it outta work and headed south across the state line.
I had no idea what a good route would be, but I figured out some options. While I was getting ready in the parking lot I listened in on some conversations being held by locals getting ready for their ride. I opted not to ride with them (because I like to be on my own schedule.) I took a photo of the maps at the kiosk as a reference in case I got lost.
When I started the ride, it was on a bi-directional connector trail (actually the whole trail is bi-directional.) When I came to the first intersection, I opted for the "most difficult" trail thinking I would have the most fun.
It was fun, but hardly technical (or difficult.) But, it was fast and flowy.
I came to another intersection, and again opted for the "most difficult." A few minutes later I found myself out in the open with a nice photo opportunity.
Then I turned around to follow the trail and saw another great photo op.
That's when things sorta went to shit. The trail disappeared, and rather than turning around I just dropped down the fall line (with drooper post engaged) until I found another "real" trail. I narrowly avoided going over the bars in the process, and I was le tired.
I recovered and the trail returned to fast and flowy, but this time it had a few small rocks scattered about. Then a few big rocks.
That was fun, but then the trail got super wide and had less rocks.
Still fun, especially when I found a trail feature made out of an old car.
I ran into those guys from the parking lot again, and we chatted for a bit. They gave me pointers to make my ride better and it was much appreciated. While I didn't find anything there very difficult (climbs rocks, etc.) I still had a fun time. Oh yeah, and no flat tires. I rode for about two and a half hours, and I finished with lots of daylight left. It was time to get out of there and find some grub.
Luckily, some of the Chattanooga locals told me about a spot that not only had good food, but a clever name.
And yes, it was sofucking good too.
Chattanooga was good to me. I went there for work, but I played during my free time. Bike rides, beer, and beautiful scenery made for some good memories, and I hope to go back soon. You know, without the work part this time.
Although I didn't find anything overly technical about the trails I rode, they were pretty fun nonetheless.
I highly recommend it.
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