I have rarely been on the road bike in the past several months. I like to think of myself like the illusive Bobby Fisher and randomly appear for a big nasty mountain ride and then disappear back into obscurity. If I were just a legend, like the master, this would be so much more romantic.
Anyway, I got a wild hair on Sunday and decided to take a sultry tour with some local legends. All of which have had they're share of miles across the big pond on the twisty half lane roads of Europe. No Europe today, but I guess Cullman Co. is about as close as you can get in North Alabama. 
The master chose Bethesda as our target with a small diversion up a small but very scenic climb in the Grandview community. Of course B and I interrupted the master's route with one token dirt road.
The master chose Bethesda as our target with a small diversion up a small but very scenic climb in the Grandview community. Of course B and I interrupted the master's route with one token dirt road. My companions seemed to have a few miles under they're belts, but I found most of the ride to be a slight struggle. A relaxed pace and good conversation allowed me to hang on and enjoy the ride. Large fluffy clouds towering miles above us, casting pleasant shade and a nice cool head wind coming home topped it off as an excellent tour.
The highlights of the ride were flushing a flock of quail, An old grand paw in a 50's Chevy truck driving down the center line and of course a little motivation up the grand finale. Chigger Ridge.
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