Day 78: Monday, September 7, 1981
Duluth to Marietta
|And they're off!|
|After 32 years, don't ask me who's who.|
At the race, I met a bicycle mechanic, his wife, and his son, and we ate lunch together, then rode to Piedmont Park to catch some of the 8-day Atlanta Jazz Festival. The mechanic suggested a scenic route back to Marietta, where I was to rejoin Mary for the trip home, and mentioned the steepest hill in the area: a 20% grade on Cochise Drive. Of course, I had to try it. The hill was only about 300 yards long, but I had to stop twice on the way up to catch my breath. It was definitely the second steepest hill on the trip - after the driveway up to the hostel at Grand Lake in Colorado.