4:30am on Saturday morning found me lugging my packed singlespeed through the airport once again. I really have no idea how people function sober at this time of day. I board my 6am flight for Nashville and the last thought that goes through my head before I fall asleep is “this better be worth it”
The plan was to get to Nashville, ride some bikes, see some live music, then ride bikes some more. So directly from the airport we headed to Hamilton Creek to stretch the legs. This is a nice city park with some cool loops of singletrack snaking through the woods. Its a real treat to have something like this right in the middle of town. It felt very similar to Fantasy Island down in Tucson but with more trees and no giant vampire jackrabbits.
I got a quick 10 miles in on some super fun and buffed out trails. Then headed on over to Nashville Bicycle Lounge to scrounge for some small parts that were lost in transit. Gone forever, never to be seen again, in some baggage claim black hole. The boys down at the Lounge were the real deal and got my night started with a couple cold beers. Thanks guys!
The night quickly degraded into a blur as we tried to drink all of the whiskey in Tennessee at a Lucero concert. They are a band that I probably listen to a little bit too much but I was pretty stoked to see them perform in their home state. It had a much different feel than when I have seen them in Arizona. It’s some damn good music to drink whiskey to. I highly recommend it.
I spent the better part of the next morning curled up in the fetal position calling for my mommy with what may have been the most intense hangover I have ever had. Luckily, it didn’t ruin a day of riding since it was pouring rain outside. We took Sunday as a rest day and motored on down to Chattanooga to see what that was all about.
I had asked our facebook page what trails I should hit when I am there and everybody said Raccoon Mountain was the place to go. They were right. That is one cool trail system and we zig zagged all over that damn hill. I would have to say that Small Intestine and Chunky trails stuck out among all the others, but everything I rode was top notch. It isn’t hard to tell that SORBA does a lot of good work down there. The trails were perfectly constructed and optimized for mountain bike flow.
Unfortunately, the trip was way too short and I get the feeling that I only scratched the surface of the riding there. I’m going to have to get back sooner than later. Yeah, this trip was totally worth it. Tennessee is no joke when it comes to mountain bikes, Rock ‘n Roll and whiskey. Keep it dirty…by