The charm of the Coosa Mart
There’s no master’s category in our team’s Saturday morning shop ride. If you’re 50+, or 60+, you’re mixing it up with guys who are 30 — or less. And as we all know, some days you’re the hammer — and some days you’re the nail.
But the one constant is refueling at a store stop after a couple hours. So I attacked early on Highway 25 with one goal: to get to the front so I could direct us to the Coosa Mart instead of the traditional stop at the station across the street.
Why? In the winter I was telling the two cashiers about a long race coming up (one asked; I promise) and she said, “You’ll do fine. We have faith in you.” And in a time when relationships between cyclists and motorists is so fraught, how could you not stop at that store if you have the choice?
