No race for me today

I am typing this in a medicated stupor. it is either that or convulse with cough and cough. I feel like I’ve been through an abs crunching routine driven by a drill sergeant. My chest hurts, my diaphragm is sore, and my head is woozy.

I was hoping to get out to the Greenville Spring Training Series race today. I knew it would mean that I would have brave the cold temperatures, but I was excited that my morning had opened up and could race. Then Wednesday morning it hit.

It started as a little tickle in my chest. As the day went on, I found that the tickle was turning into an itching sensation and the coughing was starting to grow worse. I feared for my session I was supposed to teach at my church that night, but I was thankful that I made it through with only a couple of interruptions.

By the middle of that night though, all bets were off. My wife ended up moving to another room   because of my fits of coughing. And so it has been for the last two days.

I get some relief by breathing over a humidifier. I’ve never liked taking medicine much, but this time I went after it. I want to knock this thing out as soon as possible. I still have my sights set on my original plan of February 28’s River Falls race.

A side benefit of all this is that my time off the bike has resolved the pain in my calf muscles. My fatigue has also come more into line so that while my fitness had dropped a few points, my form is moving into the positive area. That should be good for when I am able to get back on the bike.

So, good luck to your brave souls heading out into the frigid temperatures to race. To my friends on Zwift Island keep the roads hot. Once I can beat this cold, I’ll be back!


Sir Crampalot

A little help here, people. I’m having an issue for which I would like to find an answer before this weekend. Actually, not just an answer, but a mediating solution.

Last week I rushed home from work to join Nathan Guerra as he was completing a 5-hour epic trainer ride on Zwift. He was raising money for a program that uses bicycles and racing for youth. My plan was to help him along for his last hour.

Well, I did make it on the trainer in time to join him. He was coming around the island and I was spinning trying to get loose before he caught me. I knew once he did, I was going to have to ramp it up to stay with him, much less give him some pulls.

Unfortunately, he caught me a little too soon! I was not adequately warmed up. However, I did my best to not only stay with him, but give him some drafting help along the way.

I have to admit that I was very happy when he reached the end of his ride. I was feeling pretty rough. Soon after we said our goodbyes, I started to cramp in my calf muscles.

I limped around a bit the next day and then began to feel a bit better, but there was the underlying tightness that hung around. I tried to spin it out on the trainer by going easy. I felt some relief once my legs warmed up, but back in the office the next day the tightness had definitely returned.

Then in the race on Saturday, the cramp in my left calf hit me hard. It was in the exact spot — to the upper outside portion of my calf muscle — as the cramps from my ride with Nathan. On Sunday I could still feel the knot.

I have been rolling the affected spots. I have been trying to warm up more and stretch more after my rides. I have drank electrolytes and water. Still, as I sit here I can still feel that tightness.

I’d like to race again this Saturday morning. However, it is going to be a crit-like race and that means a lot of sprinting. If I can’t get this thing worked out, I’m not sure if I can make it through the 45 minutes or so of the event.

Suggestions? How can I keep this from happening? How can I get ready as much as possible for the Saturday? Help!

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Things are not always what they seem

One of my most embarrassing moments on a bicycle was at the conclusion of a race where I made a jerk of myself. This was compounded because I thought I knew something had happened and I responded to it. Turns out what I thought happened didn’t.

Life lesson learned. Don’t react to what you think happened. Act when you know the truth.

I was finishing the final lap of a race on the BMW test track course. Being a relatively new racer and trying to pick up as many points as I could, I sprinted for the line hoping to get inside the top twenty. In doing so, I zipped around a couple of riders who (older and wiser) were winding it down as they approached the line.

One of them was a teammate of mine. I know I frustrated him because I was a noob. I tended to do stupid things — not dangerous, but tactically infantile.

As I went past, I heard something a long the lines of “What the —- are you doing? You’re going to ——- hurt somebody!” Now, first of all. This was a true statement. I shouldn’t have altered my line to weave through the slower riders. Basically, the race was over. However, nobody likes to be cursed at.

Well, I got angry and assumed it was my teammate who had had words with me in the past — though not cursing. I went off on him and said some things in anger. I even posted a tweet expressing my anger.

Guess what? It wasn’t my teammate. It was the other guy. Actually, the more I’ve taken the time to understand my ex-teammate, I realize that isn’t anything he would do. Now, he might silently rip your legs off in the next race, but he wouldn’t act out like that.

I had to publicly apologize for my stupidity. I’ve grown to respect his racing knowledge and abilities even more as I’ve grown to understand the “rules of the peloton.” Now I’m glad I had the opportunity to race with him and am enjoying his son seeming to follow in his footsteps.

Now, that brings us to this weekend. Yesterday, I posted the race video on YouTube. Before I watched the video, I crafted my race report. I ended up having to change my post after I watched the video because something I thought happened, didn’t.

Toward the end of the last lap, Darrin Marhanka came around me. Almost immediately, Rodney Dender also came sailing past on his way to bridging over to the break. From my vantage point on the front, it appeared that Darrin had pulled Rodney up to the front to launch him and then move over to control the pace.

On the video, I realized that wasn’t the case. Darrin came up through the field alone until he got to his teammate, Chris Knetsche. You can see Darrin say something to Chris and then move up to come around me. You then watch Rodney attack from further back in the field.

Even seeing the video, I thought Darrin was coming to Chris to let him know Rodney was going to attack and they should settle in to hold back the pace. What I saw happen seemed to be consistent with that. However, even your eyes can lie.

What happened was Rodney had told Darrin that the break looked dangerous and that the team should work to bring them back. Marhanka had come forward to tell Chris that they needed to move to the front and help pull (which would have made me happy).

Darrin had no idea that Rodney was going to attack at that point. He was not coming around me to hold the pace for Rodney’s attack. He was coming around to start working. Of course, when he saw Rodney take the flyer, he eased off to allow his teammate to get the gap.

This is what makes racing a bike so interesting. It is so much more than pedaling as hard as you can. There are strategies and politics going on constantly. It is kind of like life!

However, just like in life, your assumptions can get you in trouble. Don’t act just on what you THINK happened. It is always good to OBSERVE what happened. Even better, it is a good idea to talk to people and find out what ACTUALLY happened.

It will help you understand tactics better. More importantly, it will help you avoid messing up relationships.

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Race Day – Part 2

It is done. I have returned to the peloton. Today I completed my first official cycling race in several years. I came to the line with trepidation and left with confidence that the field hasn’t passed me by. There is a little left in the old man after all.

I’ll just break this down lap-by-lap as best I can. If anyone reading this watched the race or was in it with me, I’m very interested to hear if your experience matched mine. I’m often amazed at how people can be in the same race and their accounts can vary.


My family was spread out all over the place. My wife and daughter were heading up to Charlotte for a wedding shower. My oldest son was already in Charlotte for a conference. I was left with my youngest son who I ended up taking to his cousins house before packing up the bike for the race.

Getting signed in and warmed up was uneventful. I was able to get in a full lap, some stretching, and a potty break before coming to the line. I’m thinking about 40 guys (and two gals). We all gathered by the start for about five minutes hearing announcements and waiting to get the command to go.

Lap 1

There really isn’t a lot to say here. The group started out at an okay pace. I settled in about mid-field and tried to stay out of the wind. It seemed everyone was pretty content to just get warmed up. Thankfully the pace was constant and there was no need to alter my line or brake.

Perimeter road was awesome! The majority of it is newly paved. It was a joy to ride. The temperature was also great. Starting off it was a little cool, but it was absolutely perfect racing temps by the end. The only environmental challenge was the wind which was a crosswind and headwind for most of the event.

As usual, the field started to spread out once we got over the railroad tracks. Then is was a high speed dip before the climb up the the start finish. The field was starting to string out and by the time we got through the start finish, a break had started to form.

Lap 2

I started the second lap on Rodney Dender’s wheel. The Trappe Door guys were out in force and later that would have a big effect on the race. As a matter for fact, it started to make a difference during this second lap.

Once Trappe Door established a mate in the break, they began controlling the field.  The primary break ultimately was Shane Martin, from Harrisburg, NC, Patrick Waddell, of West Jefferson, NC, Erik Peterson, of Greenville, SC, and Todd Mion, of Greenville, SC.

Seeing the gap growing and realizing there was no organization to chase, I decided to move to the front and actually began to make some headway in bringing them back. Most of this was in a crosswind the entire length of the railroad track stretch of the course.

Having done my work, I wanted to let someone else move in to help nail back the break. I flicked my elbow for the rider behind me to pull through. He didn’t come. So, I looked back to find Chris Knetsche of Trappe Door.

So much for that idea. He had no obligation to move to the front. That being the case, I continued to pull down into the dip and then back up the climb toward the finish. It was at this point, I saw a flash of black, red, yellow coming by me on the left. It was Darrin Marhanka who was setting up Rodney to launch and bridge over to the break. Darrin, seeing Rodney successfully get away, settled back in the field to get ready for later damage.

Pulling the field across the start line to begin the third lap.

Pulling the field across the start line to begin the third lap.

Lap 3

I continued to pull in hopes of motivating some response, but no one came. I knew if I kept this up I would not make it to the end. If this was the way the field would race, then I would race in kind. It was on the climb up by the golf course that I faded back into the field to live to fight another day.

The point is, I knew I was not in shape to bridge over to the break. If I managed it, I would be slobber knocked and they would spit me out. That wasn’t my objective. Getting racy is fun, but not at the expense of cracking and ending up finishing a tough windy course alone!

So, I settled into the top 10 to 15 of the field and tried to recover for a final effort near the end of the race. The field slowed which was frustrating, but it also worked to help me recover. It also put us in a position where we were neutralized as another classification group (a two-man break) caught and passed us.

Lap 4

This lap was pretty much a repeat of the third one. The break was still up there though by the end of this lap Rodney Dender replaced Todd Mion for Trappe Door. Marhanka and Knetsche continued to cover most everything else that moved.

I made no big efforts and settled in just trying to stay near the middle of the field — which by this time was beginning to shrink. There were a few times where I watched an acceleration in front of me and had to put out an effort to catch the wheel in front of me.

I got a shock when I glanced back once to find I was on the tail of the field! Out of the 41 starters there were now only about 25 of us in the break and “chasing” field. However, I was hanging on and actually starting to feel stronger.

The feeling became fools gold when I got in a pace line that formed about halfway through the lap. “Ah,” I thought to myself, “now we can get somewhere.” It was probably too late, but if people were willing to work, I would do my part. The line fell apart on 3M hill and I was feeling a little worse for wear. So, back into the field to recover.

Lap 5

By this lap, I had definitely burned at least two matches. Once again I was starting to dangle toward the back. Then before I knew it, I was back at the front heading into the golf course climb. I decided to soft pedal and fade toward the back to conserve some energy. I knew I would  get back closer to the front as we descended off the hill.

Unfortunately, it was right then that I lost the battery in my rear GoPro. The front GoPro would soon follow suit. I hate it that they did not last through the entire race.

The pace was still good during this lap. The biggest challenge was making sure you got in the right position for avoiding the wind which had begun to pick up as the day warmed. I think I did a decent job of it and once again started to feel good as we began the sixth and final lap.

Bell Lap

I felt I had been smart on the fifth lap. I didn’t do any pulling and for the most part had not needed to close any gaps that had formed. As I came into the final lap I was starting to feel racy again.

I had set three objectives for the race: 1) start, 2) race near the front, and 3) finish with the field. The first two were pretty much already accomplished. Barring an accident, I didn’t see me missing the third one either. My mind began to think that I might even get a better finished than I had imagined.

I settled down to conserve as much energy as possible. As I did I began to feel better and better about the finish. Sure, I wouldn’t take someone like Marhanka or Knetsche, but if I played my cards right I might land a top 10 out of the field sprint.

As we came off of golf course hill, one of the riders (who had been in the pace line and had attempted at least one flyer) started to taunt us for not coming to the front. I shared in his frustration that there hadn’t been a lot of racing, but I was not going to be his sacrificial lamb. In my mind I thought, “Where were you when I was trying close down the break?”

As we came over the railroad tracks, I settled in behind Knetsche. I figured he would be a good wheel to hold in the finish. I stayed there until we started down into the dip. Then I found myself coming up along the left side of the front of the field. A crazy thought came to my head.

What if I attacked early?  I knew at least four riders were in the break — maybe five. I didn’t think there were any chasers between them and us. If I could push the speed up enough to compensate for the bigger wattage guys, maybe I could hold on for a few places and land a top ten.

I was confident I could do it. I knew I was good for 600+ watts for 800 meters. The field sprint would begin in earnest about 400 meters out at the fire station. I would need to get a jump, a surprise, and then make people work to come around me.

I set my sights on a large tree on the right of the road. I knew this was within the 1K to go. I stayed in about 10th position until that point. I launched. I went up to 800 watts and was feeling pretty good! I was excited!

Then it happened. It was a dull ache at first. My left calf muscle was starting to cramp. Looking back, I can see my wattage dropping to around 600 watts. Then, right as we were starting to reach level ground with the finish right around a slight right turn my muscle seized. This was not one I was going to be able to spin through. It was like rolling along and then sticking a post down a hole. I was stopped cold. I could not turn my leg.

I yelled, “I’m out!”, raised my hand and moved as quickly as I could out of the way. I watched the field come around me. I was coasting. Finally, I took my left foot out of the pedal and used my right leg to propel me across the line.

Just like that I dropped from around fifth place to twenty-fourth.

Final Thoughts

10978549_10155190167705650_1129288318169213538_nI’m happy. I met my objectives — even with the problem at the finish I came across the line just off the wheel of the last rider in the field. Then when I went and looked at the rear facing video of my big pull on lap two I had to chuckle to myself. I really put a hurt on the field with that. Riders were strung out in a long line and I could see multiple gaps form. That was fun.

Yes, I finished twenty-fourth. Yes, the overall pace of the race worked in my favor. Yes, I’m sure I wasn’t as tactically astute as I could have been.

But you know what? I had fun. I can also bet you that people knew I was there. I was a participant and not merely field fodder.

It was a good day.

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Race Day – Part 1

Sitting here this morning sipping a cup of coffee just before grabbing some breakfast and then loading up the car to head out to the Spring Training Series race. It will be my first race in several years. I have no idea what is going to happen… actually, I do, but I don’t want to think that way.

I’ve set three goals for myself. I’m posting it here before the race and then I’ll come back later and let you know how well I did in accomplishing the objectives. Getting the first one accomplished is looking pretty good.

1. Make it to the start line

I set that objective a couple of weeks ago. See, I said I would race the first race of the year the last two years as well and never made it to either of them. This year I determined I would follow through. I talked with friends, mentioned it on this blog, and pre-registered all in an attempt to hold my feet to the fire.

2. Stay in the top 20 as long as possible

I’m thinking this might not be too hard. There are only 22 people pre-registered in the Masters 40+ field. I’m thinking there won’t be more than 30 that come to the line. So, if I can stay in the top 20 I’ll be able to accomplish my last goal.

3. Finish with the field

Somebody is going to break away. I have no illusions that I will be with the top finishers for the race. My hope is that I will not get dropped and will finish with the field.

The last two times I have raced I have ended up getting dropped. I’ve gotten it into my head. You don’t need that mindset when you start feeling the pain of an effort caused by a more fit rider(s) putting the hurt on. It can lead you to a “I just can’t do it” attitude.

I guess I could add a fourth — FINISH. Even if I can’t finish with the field, I need to finish the race. I may never race again. So, I need to at least finish the one I attempt.

Oh, can I add a sixth? HAVE FUN! I think this is where I’m coming up short. I have a tendency to take things too seriously. It grates on me when I am not up there with the fast guys. I have a very hard time enjoying the activity of racing because I am too focused on the finishing results of racing. It is possible to enjoy the process. SOMEBODY has to be the field fodder.

By the way, I’ll be rolling with GoPro cameras on the front and back of the Felt. I’m hoping I can get some footage of the race and combine it with my power/speed data. It will give you a chance to come inside the race with me.

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Strava Segment: Paris Mountain

When it comes to Strava segments, Paris Mountain is iconic. As I have ridden about capturing video for these installments this is the one I wanted to do first, but the one I feared to do most. Finally, I just had to decide that if it was going to happen I couldn’t wait until the perfect time. No attempt up the mountain is perfect because I always want to climb it faster.

The Paris Mountain segment is what a segment should be. It isn’t a quick and done effort. Trying to team time trial up might give you a little help pacing. A bunch of average riders can take the time from a good single rider on a flat stage, but a good single rider can out climb a group of average riders.

For this particular attempt, I knew I would come nowhere near the KOM (Nathan English at 8:52). I knew I couldn’t beat my PR (11:24 in the pre-Strava era and 11:51 on Strava). Climbing in 12:30 is now considered an exceptional attempt for me. However, I needed something for which to aim. So, I set my goal to climb during this video at an average of 310 watts. Based on my current FTP, that seemed reasonable and would have me climbing the road in 13:36.

How did I arrive at that? Well, I won’t go into it here. You can read more details in my post where I talk about the climbing formula: watts = (kg*9.8*e/t)+(kg*9.8*e/t)*r. I’ll just say that I ended up making the climb in 13:06 by averaging 322 watts. I’m thinking I’m headed for some low 12 minute climbs this season.

Anyway, enjoy the video. I know it is long and that does not make for very compelling viewing. However, I threw in some extra footage of a following rider and a split screen view showing some of the downhill from both a front and rear camera view. I hope that will make it worth it.

Thanks for reading and thanks for watching!

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Play along with the Strava playlist

I don’t know when this is going to end, but I’m having fun capturing Strava segments on video and then posting them to YouTube. As I do, I’m posting them here to LowCadence.com. Here is a playlist that gives easy access to the Strava segments. Remember, for best viewing make sure YouTube has the video set to HD.

Thanks for suggestions for other segments you would like to see. I’ll be honest, the longer ones won’t be going up anytime soon! So, Ceasars Head will have to stay on your wish list for a while longer! If there is one you would like to see, just comment on this post.

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You can go pretty fast without moving

Over the two weeks leading up to this one, I have pretty much worn myself out. I moved my fitness level from an “18” to a “38” in just a matter of days and then maintained it. By this past weekend, I was a quivering mess. However, that was right along with my plan.

The plan was to pack in enough fitness as possible — which always leads to fatigue — and then this last week recover in hopes to have as much form as possible for Saturday’s race. Well, turns out it isn’t going to be much. It will be more than it could have been if I did nothing. So, I have to be happy with what I’ve got.

This week I have been climbing aboard the trainer for a few minutes just to keep my legs moving. That brings me to Zwift and Jarvis Island. I used the time to capture some video of another segment on the island. I already posted the Col d’ Zwift Strava segment which is all about a measured effort for about a minute.

Today, it is all about top end speed over a very short distance — 0.1 of a mile to be exact. The fastest Zwifters are getting it done in 6 seconds. I’m very happy just to get it under 8 seconds. Check out the video as I bring it home at 7.9 seconds and take the green jersey — for a little bit.

I’m still impressed with Zwift. Not only are they building a cool software platform, but they know what they are doing when it comes to building a community. I guess some of that could change when people have to plunk down cash for the opportunity to participate, but 3 months of access will cost less than my single race this weekend.

The best compliment I can pay to program is that it is truly immersive. As you ride you react to the environment around you. You know that the riders coming up beside you are not simply a video recording of a previous ride. No, this is Scottie Weiss in Virginia, Howie Schulman in New York, Nate Robinson in Ohio, Nathan Guerra in Wisconsin, Hendrik Hirsch in Germany, and… you get the idea. The final step is to bring voice chat capability to riders within a proximity of your avatar.

I believe you can see in the video that the speed matches the effort. Sure, I know I can produce more wattage on the road. I can’t wait to get back on the road with consistency. Even then Zwift will be a part of my weekly workouts. I’ve enjoyed meeting old friends there and making new ones.

You can go fast without moving an inch.

Getting ready to get caught.

The siren song of cycling

I pre-registered to race this Saturday. I know that isn’t the “thing to do.” Most people wait until the day of the race to fork out the cash. There is only so much of that green stuff to go around and if the day turns out to be awful… well, is it really worth it? I have my reasons for going in early.

My first objective of this race is just to show up. That is actually a concern. I’ve been out of racing for so long, I’m kind of hesitant to return. I know what it feels like to be out of shape and struggling just to hang on. Is that for what I’m paying $30? So, pre-registering was my way to say to myself, “Yes, you are going to get out of that warm bed on Saturday morning and drag your out-of-shape carcass out to race in the cold.” If I don’t, I’ll definitely be out of my cash!

Still, not all of my memories are ones of suffering. I was reminded of this as I looked back to one of the last times I raced. It was a post entitled, “A Racer At Heart.” I’m republishing it here.

I remember years ago heading out on the first Upstate Winter Bicycle League of the season. Steve Sperry came up beside me as we headed out of town. As time has passed, I can’t remember all that he said to me, but one thing I do remember. It was something like, “Great job with your win. Enjoy it. There aren’t many of these guys out here who can say they’ve crossed the finish line first.”

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It was the end of my second year racing as a category 5 rider. Actually, I believe it was around my fourth official race ever. It was a criterium in downtown Greenville. I had crashed out and dislocated my finger in that very race the year before. This time I pulled away from the field and even lapped a rider. Coming out of the corner, I was all alone and I coasted over the finish.

I tell that story now because of yesterday’s blog post. In it I asked myself why I do this. What makes me get out there and race? Well, a big part of it is I remember that feeling… not the feeling of suffering in the back. I remember the feeling of that win.

Yes, I never won again. It was my first and only time to cross the stripe first. However, with that win, I moved up into the category 4 field. I figured I would be there for the rest of my racing “career.”

That changed in the second year of my category 4 experience. Though I never won that season, I was “the man.” In nearly every category 4 race I entered I got a podium finish.

Of those races, there are two that stick out in my mind. The first was the SC 2009 Criterium Championships. It was probably one of the smarter races I’ve ever raced… until the finial kilometer. I went too early and got run down on a sprint. However, there is a jersey hanging on the wall in my home office. It has a medal hanging with it showing I stood on the podium with a bronze.

The second that comes to mind was probably my most dominating race. However, it wasn’t one I won. It was the Spartanburg Classic — another criterium — and I was racing in the field with my friend and teammate, Matt Tebbetts.

Matt went in a break early and I played the dutiful teammate by covering nearly every attempt to bridge up to him. When a chase tried to organize, I would get in it and disrupt the pace.  Matt just did what Matt does and kept stretching the distance. He crossed the line alone.

As I entered the final lap, I decided it was time to ride for myself. I accelerated on the back straight away, completed the two final turns and when I looked back as I neared the finish, I could see the field just coming through the final turn. It was definitely a 1-2 punch from the category 4 crew of the POA Cycling Team. The feeling of that day was very close to that of my only win.

My category 4 days ended with that race. Back as a category 5 racer, I looked at the cat 3 riders as being in a position I would never obtain. Yet, here I was waiting for the start of my first category 3 race in June of 2010. No matter what happened, I would always be able to say I made it to this level. I had graduated from the “Category 4-ever.”

That race ended with me in the hospital with a broken neck — among other things. Half of the victory for me now is lining up to race at all. One thing is for sure, I’ve never come back to race with the same form. However, I do know what it feels like.

Maybe that is what drives me to keep at it. Those words Sperry said to me those years ago mean even more to me now. I realize that that win will most likely be my only win. Yet, that is more wins than a lot of other racers have had. I was given a gift to experience it. I was given a gift to know what it is like to be the rider everyone is gunning for. I know what it is like to ride at the front.

I guess I just don’t want to let that go. It isn’t the win I want so much as it is the knowledge that though once broken, I have come back to strength. I want to be a part again of “the field.”

Maybe, someday, I will ride myself out of it. The time may come when I will say goodbye to competition. It is not this day.

Maybe that is what I am looking for. I’m waiting for the race to tell me it is done with me. I don’t want to tell the race that I am done with it.

I’m a racer at heart.


A couple of minutes of why I love riding in Greenville

Several days ago, I had the opportunity to hop on my bicycle and head up toward Saluda, North Carolina. This would lead me out from downtown Greenville into Northern Greenville County to Old Highway 25 and the watershed. This route (officially beginning at North Greenville University) is known as the Bakery Ride.

On my way out I left the GoPro running and enjoyed seeing some of the video from the ride. I’m posting it here to give you an idea of the scenery and roads that we get to enjoy. Notice also the traffic — or lack thereof.

Now, go out and enjoy the ride!

The Bakery Ride – 35 miles
Head North on North Tigerville Road
Turn left on Old SC 11
Turn right on Dividing Water Road
Turn right on Old Highway 25
Turn right on County Road 23-17
Cross SC/NC border (becomes Mountain Page Road)
Turn right on Main Street (NC 176)
Get yourself a sticky bun at Wildflour Bakery!
Turn left on Main Street (NC 176)
Turn left on Mountain Page Road
Cross NC/SC border (becomes County Road 23-17)
Turn left on Old Highway 25
Turn left on Dividing Water Road
Turn left on Old SC 11
Turn right on North Tigerville Road
You’ve worked off that sticky bun!