|Climb and climb and climb . . . it's the Blue Ridge.|
Beauty views, rolling hills, and smoother than a babies bottom road surfaces. I want to move to Asheville. Unbelievable riding there.
*Note to self: when going to a Mexican restaurant, don't sit next to skinny cyclists who only order only one soft shelled taco and go on about how big they are. "Oh, they're huge?!? Wicked. I'll have one as well." "Big" to a skinny assed fast cyclist and "BIG" to a heavy set, big boned, bone head are two very different things. Always go with the LARGER option.
|Blinky lights needed.|