Tennessee

Today we completed a leisurely ride to Chattanooga. During the ride we ate at a traditional American (Mexican) working man’s cafe (see picture) and stopped at a deep south petrol station where Forrest Gump served us. Actually neither of these actions was based on cost – we’re just very keen to experience real America vs all its chain restaurants and hotels. Generally however we observed that Georgia’s landscape wasn’t earth shattering though its natives (those we met) were very friendly. 

Andy suggested a hotel downtown in Chattanooga – a town he had never heard of – but one that is highly rated as a tourist destination. This amazed me and was rapidly accepted. After booking in we went for a walk to the riverfront where a major C & W festival is taking place. We then found a brilliant restaurant where we had a shared dish of ribs cooked with four different glazes. Superb. In the evening we went to see Toby Keith at the ‘Riverbend’ festival. We were able to sit in an adjacent park to the stage where we had a clear view – and you could hear for miles around. Andy was sulking a bit as he couldn’t get his phone to connect to the hotel wifi and he isn’t a great lover of C &W music: But what the hell, you can’t have everything! 

Georgia

This morning we went to the Boone Hall plantation. It was quite funny to see all the American tourists drooling over ‘antiques’ from 1750 to 1900. I observed to the guide that these items were considered relatively contemporary where I come from and he retorted about the British returning to Charleston – Mr Boone was English. The plantation was however a bit of a con. The house had been rebuilt a hundred years ago after the old one more or less fell apart and the land (which we toured) was greatly diminished and no traditional crops were grown there anymore. You even doubted the slave homes (see picture below) were original. But it had to be done. We then pedalled on into Georgia, through the suburbs of Augusta (bet the rich golfers don’t see the areas we did) and onto a small town called Washington where we’re staying the night. Haven’t decided where we’ll go tomorrow. 

Had an interesting moment en route when we were desperate for something to eat and drink. After riding into the first small town we’d come across for miles we rode around till we found this cafe. On entering it was like somebody had just thrown some cooking utensils, fridges and one table into two undecorated rooms. However once in we were committed so ordered a burger and a chilli dog – they were cooked in front of us and we’re very nice (and cheap) 

Charleston 2

It’s amazing how two words can terrify some people. In Andy’s case they’re (amongst others) “washing machine”. Andy has, it would appear, always left domestic tasks to his long suffering wife. So when it came to washing our tee shirts he was completely at a loss over what to do. And he didn’t even volunteer to observe! 

After that little adventure we caught a water ferry over to Charleston old town. Frankly it would be difficult to find a more pretentious tourist spot. Yes the streets were quaint, the buildings old (for America) and there were numerous historic sites. But it was chock-a-block with art galleries, boutiques, perfumerys and fancy cafes. Basically it wasn’t us – but was an experience and is clearly a top tourist attraction in the USA given its history. We did however go to its museum (which was interesting) and to its slave museum (which was less so given that we knew most of the stuff it described). 

Tomorrow we intend to go to Boone Hall – a working plantation, and then start heading back to Chicago via (in the first instance) Atlanta.

Charleston 

This morning we rode a leisurely 85 odd miles to Charleston. We rode a single lane freeway – mile after mile of straight road with little traffic. Small American hamlets just straddle the road and most of the properties we passed had plenty of land but were quite run down. The urban sprawl of Charleston started about 20 miles from the sea and wasn’t very attractive. Ultimately we arrived at Mt. Pleasant which is full of ‘affordable’ hotels and very much ‘tourist area’ – and we booked into a hotel. The afternoon was spent visiting the USS Yorktown – a WW2 aircraft carrier that’s been turned into a tourist attrition along with a retired Destroyer, Submarine etc etc. As interesting as it was you can only take so much of Americans flying the flag so we then dissappeared off to find a nice Greek restaurant. (As an aside, we agreed that one reason everything in America is bigger than elsewhere may be linked to the sizes its citizens – I’m sure many weighing scales are often showing south of 150 kg.) Tomorrow we intend to cross from our side of the Cooper river to that of the historic old town by river ferry and spend the day seeing the sights – including the slave market!

On our way to Charleston 

This morning we rode 35 miles to the Wheels Through Time Museum which is in Maggie Valley, North Carolina (see proceeding blog post). It’s basically a history of Harley Davidson though advertises as being a history of all American motor bikes. It was quite impressive and full of ‘good old boys’ and HD riders with ponytails and grey beards! We both got in for seniors rates. We then rode for about 100 miles through mountain passes in the Nantahala National Forest. Highest we got was nearly 7000 feet – and the roads up and down the mountains were similar to the Pyrenees ie some very tight corners.

Ultimately we did a long stint on an interstate to get us near to Charleston which will be the point were we turn and head slowly back to Chicago. Just as well as it’s on the Atlantic. We’re staying in Orangeburg tonight and have just had a nice steak. Onwards and seawards tomorrow………. 

The Wheels Through Time Museum 

Anybody who knows my riding partner Andy also knows he has a fetishism for keeping his ageing Ducati and Porche Boxter immaculately clean. In fact I suspect his very understanding wife sometimes wonders who comes first – her or his toys! Andy also has a set of bike leathers that came with his Ducati. Allegedly they’re red but his friends believe they’re very pink. Bearing in mind the above, read the note below that was attached to a decrepit old Harley Davidson and you’ll see why I laughed.