PEDAL-POWERED WAR TOUR
PLAGUED WITH A “CASE OF THE SLOWS,” brother-in-law Nels Jensen and I start late on our epic Civil War cycling adventure south of Nashville. Worse, the forecast is ominous, so we really need to roll on our Brentwood-to-Franklin round trip.
My personality skews toward Jubal Early (short-tempered, profane) and J.E.B. Stuart (flamboyant, carefree). I’m apt to ride aimlessly through the countryside, then swear repeatedly because of a missed turn. Thankfully, Nels is wired like Ulysses Grant: even-tempered, strategic, tactically sound. He’ll keep this ride on track.
“Car back,” Nels warns shortly after our journey begins in Brentwood on Granny White Pike—a wartime artery used by both armies during the Battle of Nashville.
“Civil War history ahead,” I’m thinking. “So much history ahead.”
I remember what a longtime Nashvillian told me: “Every hill you see around here the armies occupied
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