In the last Republican presidential debate Texas Rep. Ron Paul argued that terrorists who attack America are motivated, in part, by America’s Middle East policies:

“They attack us because we’ve been over there. We’ve been bombing Iraq for 10 years. … We’ve been in the Middle East,” Paul said in explaining his opposition to going to war in Iraq.

Paul’s comments have drawn scorn from the right-wing noise machine and some GOP leaders are trying to ban him from future debates.
Meanwhile, in her tribute to Jerry Falwell, Ann Coulter writes this:

Let me be the first to say: I ALWAYS agreed with the Rev. Falwell.
Actually, there was one small item I think Falwell got wrong regarding his statement after 9/11 that “the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians — who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle — the ACLU, People for the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say, ‘You helped this happen.'”
First of all, I disagreed with that statement because Falwell neglected to specifically include Teddy Kennedy and “the Reverend” Barry Lynn.
Second, Falwell later stressed that he blamed the terrorists most of all, but I think that clarification was unnecessary. The necessary clarification was to note that God was at least protecting America enough not to allow the terrorists to strike when a Democrat was in the White House.

When will the right wing outrage machine go after Ann Coulter because she blames Americans for 9/11? I’m not holding my breath.

Here’s an interesting 1955 film (two parts) on a British cycling club taking a day tour in the English countryside.
Part One

Part Two

I like how the narrator points out that many people, “especially cyclists,” eat lots of food during such an excursion. I can relate to that!
While the film’s cyclists (and their bikes) are different than today’s spandex-clad road warriors, the enjoyment both groups share transcends time.

A nearby, unidentified flower.

One of the interesting tools to emerge for geeky bicyclists during the past few years is mapping technology. This allows users to chart a route on a map in order to obtain distance, elevation, and other information about the ride. It also lets you share a course with other people.
Standalone mapping software has been out for a number of years. But in last couple years several free websites have been launched, bringing the technology to all Internet users. Among these are:
Map It Pronto
Gmap Pedometer
Bikely
Routeslip
Map My Ride
Using the latter, here’s the ride I did Sunday:



In short, I started near Heritage High School, followed the Little River to Walland, took Walden’s Creek Road to Pigeon Forge, looped around Bluff Mountain, and returned on the north side. It’s a scenic, somewhat hilly ride. The map claims there are 6,097ft of climbing on the route. I think that due to topographical ground noise (or whatever) that figure is significantly overestimated. I suspect the actual number is somewhere in the 3,000 to 4,000 ft range. At any rate, it’s enough to give your legs a workout.
I intended to cap the ride off with a climb up the Foothills Parkway. But by the time I finished the above loop it was late enough that darkness was becoming a factor. Plus I wasn’t feeling too energetic. So I wimped out and opted for a few more miles along the Little River. All told I logged 54 sunny miles Sunday afternoon–an outstanding ending to the weekend.

Saturday I did my second consecutive 3S3MC. Here’s how it went.
The day started dark and early at 4:15 a.m. I ate an energy breakfast, loaded the car, and headed out at 5:30 a.m.
My big concern going into the event was the weather. The forecast said there was an 80% chance of thunderstorms. I encountered light rain much of the drive down. When I got 25 miles from Chattanooga, it started pouring.
“Oh, great,” I thought, “How bad do I want to do this ride?”
At that point the issue seemed to be not if I would get rained on, but rather how much I would get rained on.
But fortunately the precipitation eased up when I got to Hamilton County. By the time I arrived downtown, the rain had stopped altogether. It started sprinkling again for a few minutes when the ride started, but after that it stayed dry for the rest of the day. I don’t like riding in the rain, so I was very relieved.
Upon arrival, I picked up my registration packet, changed, and prepared to ride. The convoy of 2,400 cyclists had already started rolling by the time I was ready. I eased my way into the herd and began rolling. But a couple blocks later, I realized I had forgotten to affix the registration number to my bike. So I peeled off to the side went back to the car to get it.
I must have been toward the back of the pack by the time I restarted. Perhaps because of this, the first two or three miles were really slow. Due to the congestion, I didn’t got much above 10 mph as we rolled through downtown, up the highway ramp, and over bridge across the Tennessee River. It wasn’t until a mile or so later that I finally had enough space to ride at my own pace.
After a few miles of easy riding along the river, we hit Suck Creek Mountain. According to the route description, it’s a five mile climb with a 4-6% grade. It’s really not bad; it feels like you are climbing a really long hill rather than a mountain. I guess climbing is relatively one of my strengths, because I overtook at least 80% of the riders I passed while going uphill. On Suck Creek, I found a steady rhythm at 10-11 mph and stayed in the passing lane.
After the somewhat harrowing descent off Suck Creek Mountain, I passed the first rest stop. Since it was really crowded and I didn’t need anything, I skipped it. The next 30 miles was an enjoyable section of smooth sailing across the Tennessee Valley. I’m not used to ridding such long stretches of flat road, so it was fun cruising along at 20+ mph.
Forty-two miles into the ride I made my first stop at the Marion County rest stop. An overnight downpour and heavy foot traffic had converted the food area into a mud hole, which my cleats still haven’t recovered from. I gobbled down two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, fig newtons, and fruit. My fuel supply replenished, I headed on to the second state and mountain.
You don’t need to see the sign to know when you enter Alabama–the road tells you. Chipseal! I rode near the center line, where it was smoothest, but it’s still rough. I was glad I wasn’t on an aluminum bike.
After being jarred about for three miles I made the turn and proceeded to Sand Mountain. It’s a steeper climb: “2.5 miles at a 6-7% grade.” A couple switchbacks near the end are even steeper. Several times my rear wheel lost traction as I was toiling upward. I’m not sure if the wet road surface or my worn tire was to blame. At any rate, the climb is bad enough–it’s no fun losing power.
There’s a great overlook atop Sand Mountain which offers a scenic view on clear days. No such reward for this climb–overcast conditions obscured the valley below. So instead of enjoying the horizon, I simply enjoyed clearing the sweat from my face.
The next section of route is lightly rolling, first on Sand Mountain and then as you continue into Georgia. I took my second and last food stop at the Alabama rest area. Then I stopped again at the 80 mile rest area to rehydrate and prepare for the challenge.
Less than a mile after the stop you make an abrupt left turn and there it is: Burkhalter Gap. The first 2 miles of the mountain is a 8-10% grade. Unlike some climbs, the first mile or so if this one is fairly straight. So you can look ahead and see what looks like a long death march toward the sky.
Once you get through the base section, the climb eases up for a short stretch, just enough for you to start catching you breath. Then you go around a curve and crash against the wall: a 250-yard long piece of 14-17% grade at the top. I down shifted to my lowest gear and marshaled all available power to clear that hurdle.
After a cool down at the top, I tackled the home leg. One is tempted to think that your work is done once you conquer Burkhalter Gap. But in reality there’s still a few miles of rollers along Lookout Mountain. Fortunately none of them are very long so I was able to power through them without doing major damage.
At last I made it to the descent off Lookout Mountain. No more climbing! There was a little more traffic than I like to see on a curvy descent, but the drivers behind me were patient.
At the bottom of the mountain, traffic directors were stationed at intersections to give cyclists the right of way. But they succeeded in backing up traffic, thus making it difficult to navigate the aforementioned intersections. Oh well, the thought was nice.
I rolled through the finish line a little before 4:00 p.m., tired but happy. I did the ride in about 10 less minutes of riding than 2006. After changing, I relaxed for a while and downed six large pieces of pizza. Six hours of cycling can really stoke one’s appetite.
All in all, another great century. Nice scenery, good roads (except Alabama), a unique and varied course, and well-stocked rest stops. I hope to do it again. Thanks to the organizers and volunteers who ran the event.
Ride Statistics
Distance: 100.2 miles
Riding time: 6:09
Average speed: 16.1 mph
Post-ride photo:

See also Chattanooga Times Free Press, Bike Forums ride thread (I’m Velo Vol).