The bane of my existence and yours too I’m guessing, is rumble strips. Rumble strips are those evil divots carved at great expense into road shoulders in an attempt to hinder sleepy or texty drivers from careening off into eternity. They are also great at flipping cyclists over handlebars, jarring dental work loose and generally wreaking havoc on bicycles and bicyclers.
So here’s an opportunity to participate in a study to develop safer strips to rumble over. In March volunteer riders, my wife and I included, will spend a few hours riding over an assortment of rumble strips and giving feedback to the researchers. A shuttle will ferry us for our downhill runs. This sounds like a great way for cyclists to add their voice to the development and application of rumble strips.
The project is being conducted by the Institute for Transportation Research and Education at NC State University. It’s being held in Almond, NC on a beautiful stretch of highway 28. If you are anywhere near the area you should plan to come for a visit and participate in the study. There’s a lot of great hiking and biking opportunities in the area; so make a mini-vacation of it.
To learn more and to sign up, contact Sarah O’Brien at firstname.lastname@example.org . I hope to see you there!
So the new year is here and my resolution to write 52 letters this year is off to a great start. I sent off three so far, one to Hendrik in Finland (Hiking in Finland), one to my sister in Virginia and one to my boss thanking him for my bonus. But now I need your help. The United States Postal Service is insisting I put an address on each envelope, as if a stamp were not enough.
If you’d like to receive a hand written letter the way it was done ‘back in the day’, please send me your address via email@example.com . It would be helpful to put something like ‘send me a letter’ in the title. You’d not believe the amount of email The Velo Hobo gets; mostly trying to sell me Viagra and hair plugs (who have they been talking to?).
In the mid-1930s Congress decided to share the miracle of electricity to the savage hillbillies of Western North Carolina (e.g., my family). To do this they dammed-up and tamed the last of the wild free-flowing rivers and built a series of peaceful and picturesque concrete hydroelectric dams. After completing the dams and seeing that the hillbillies no longer needed electricity because their homes were submerged under 150 feet of frigid mountain water, the government decided to send the electricity across the state line into Tennessee and give it to an aluminum company to make beer cans. They also sent some to Nashville to fuel America’s most important industry, country music, because you can’t drink beer without country music. Although homeless, the hillbillies were happy because now they had lakes to play in and they had learned a new word, corporatocracy. It was what aluminum company executives called a win-win situation.
Anywho, what we are left with today are some pretty nice lakes and some scenic road riding around said lakes. One of my favorite road rides here in the Smokies is an absolutely beautiful stretch of road from the foot of Fontana Dam, slicing its way between the lake and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park till it reaches the tip of the Dragon’s Tail. By Dragon’s Tail, I’m speaking of ‘The Tail of the Dragon’, a famous and dangerous twisty-turny road (318 turns in 11 miles) where motorcyclists and sports car-er-ists come to challenge their skill and bravery. The trees along this road are festively decorated with car, motorcycle and body parts. Despite being so close to the Dragon, this mountain lane sees little traffic and is relatively flat considering it’s skirting the GSMNP. Not to say there isn’t any climbing, there’s plenty from the Twenty Mile ranger station up to Deals Gap. Enough to kindle a small fire in your thighs, but a series of switch-backs makes the climb manageable for most riders.
This ride is about 22 miles round trip. For extra credit (24 miles round trip) start and end on top of the dam, but be careful. The steep road winding snakishly (yes, I do like to make up my own words; why do you ask?) from the top of the dam to the foot of the dam is just about as dangerous as it gets. For extra-extra credit do a loop around Yellow Creek and experience the steepest paved road in North Carolina - see my Yellow Creek ride post.
Just a quick note to all 36 of my Facebook friends who like me a lot but who I don’t like back. It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that I don’t know how to like you. I guess I’m saying that I just don’t know what it takes to like you. God knows I’ve tried to like you, I just can’t. It’s not you, it’s me. I just find it impossible to like anyone but myself.
I think I must have opened a business Facebook account, or maybe I’ve set some setting where it shouldn’t have been set, or maybe I broke Facebook.
Anyway, I’d like you if I could…it just ain’t happening.
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The Velo Hobo stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 53,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 20 sold-out performances for that many people to see it. Once again, my post on Polk Salad is the most read thing I’ve ever written. Really? Polk Salad? I’m glad I’m not the only one who loves the poisonous polk plant. Here’s a link to learn more about this wild and wooly weed: Eating Wild Things: Polk Salad
And follow this link to read 2013 stats: Click here to see the complete report.
Thanks for reading The Velo Hobo! See ya in 2014.
Julie and Mark, two cycling adventurers from England, sent this along to share with The Velo Hobo readers. Read their epic experience along the TransAm on their Crazy Guy On A Bike journal.
“My husband and I cycled the Transam and some of the Pacific coast this year from April to Sept on a Hase Pino Tandem. The ride was a dream of ours which we worked hard to make happen. We didn’t want to wait until we retired to fulfill our dream as you never know what is around the corner. The tour was very challenging, especially on our bike of choice, but we have wonderful memories that will last as long as we live. We had to give up our jobs to do the ride which was kind of scary, but we have no regrets. The best thing about the ride was the people we met and the kindness we received. We learned a lot about touring on our tour, the main lesson we learnt is how much the weight you carry greatly affects your enjoyment of the ride. All future tours we will be going as lightweight as possible.”
Here is a link to our journal:
Thanks Julie and Mark for the contribution.
These past few months we’ve been pretty active as WarmShowers hosts. No fewer than six bicycle explorers have taken shelter under our humble roof. Brett pedaled south to our door from the Jersey shore with an outlandish claim to not know Snookie. Following Brett were Kosta and Eric, two college friends reunioning together with a bike tour. Hot on the heals of Kosta and Eric were two French Canadians, Normand and Dominique. These two very experienced tourists stayed two days with us and cooked us a wonderful meal before heading out. Our last visitor was Kerri, who is taking some time to meander the world by bike.
If you’ve not considered becoming a WarmShowers host, give it a think. You’ll meet some wonderful fellow bike tourists!