I new this because I rode past at least 20 signs obviously painted by cheerleaders who were demanding the Devils squash, smash, and otherwise incinerate their opponent. They were the Swain County Maroon Devils. It only took me about a mile to figure out I was riding toward the local high school. You can see the top when it gets that steep. You climb an average gradient of around 5% with pitches to 12% but they don't last that long. As I slowly rode by I put my hand up and said the first thing that came to mind. It seemed as though she and I were the only ones in the whole town. After all, I was wintered up in cold weather armor and riding down the road to nowhere. ![]() But I stayed focused and went back out to the freezing car.Īs I rode out of town the lady that owns Mountain Perks stepped out to stare at me. The smell of bacon and coffee and pancakes was almost too much to bear. The folks in the restaurant beside it were gracious enough to let me use the restroom. I didn't know it was there but figured there can't be a better place to start a ride than a bike shop. I ended up parking in front of Bryson City Bicycles. Not even if I'm the only one up there and I have a perfectly capable cyclo-cross bike to ride. And I would never advocate riding a trail when the Forest Service doesn't allow it. Then run the trails because it says you're not supposed to ride them. This was my plan: Ride out of Bryson City (near a coffee shop) and climb to the tunnel.
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