Today I had a plan. It was not to just get up, drink coffee, listen to the news, fiddle with the computer and then go exercise.
Well, yes it was too. That was exactly what I did.
However!!! (pointing my forefinger upward to make a point) it is where I went to exercise. I went to the Silver Comet Trail, between 12 and 15 miles away.
The Silver Comet Trail is an old railroad bed, or trestle that is no longer in use by trains. Several organizations and counties got together and paved it for exercise purposes. I think it runs through three or four counties and I read someplace when it is complete it will be sixty miles long – which will just about take it to the Alabama line.
People walk, run, ride their bikes, and skate on the trail.
At different points they have rest rooms, bicycle shops, and at one point even a coffee shop that has a sign up that says “Fresh Donuts!” I bet donuts is a big seller among those trying to exercise…. I’m sure it gives some of those who are just starting to exercise a challenge. If they could only direct a fan to throw a donut scented breeze out to the trail.
I usually ride a portion of the trail a few times a year. My purpose in going today, is it is time for my bike’s 30 Day Checkup. I thought I might be able to give the bike mechanic the information he is looking for if I drove it a long time and I maybe I could detect something imperfect.
It is always a scenic ride over bridges; through short tunnels; new giant houses sometimes to the side, farms, gardens, greenery of trees, valleys, and many times you are in a cutaway path of bedrock or slate, that was made for the railroad many years ago. There is also a covered bridge within rock throwing distance, but I don’t think you can actually see it from the trail.
I don’t know, I have not studied the railways of Georgia history, but I would think that when it was a railway bed, it probably the trains coming through here were going to or just left a little section where to railways crossed, which was named Terminus. Terminus later changed its name to Marthasville and later changed its name to Atlanta.
After all, the Chattahoochee River is probably less than 5 or 6 miles away, and once you cross it you are in Atlanta’s city limits.
One thing was different than the last time I was on the Silver Comet Trail. On the news yesterday a man attacked two women, in the same area I was riding. When I passed people there seemed to be a distrust in the air. Very few lone women greeted me back when I spoke, waved, or nodded. I can’t say I blame them.
Afterwards, I went back to where I bought my bike and told the mechanic I heard a minor squeaking. He oiled and tightened everything up and off I went, happy.
Then, I went to my favorite Krogers to buy some groceries. It was sort of sad. They will close in about two weeks and they are reducing the prices… they just started doing that while I was there. My sadness was quickly replaced by greed as I started looking for some bargains.