Withlacoochee Trail Full Moon Ride Oct. 11

Regis Hampton, a bike shop owner in Floral City, FL, has been sponsoring a Full Moon ride on the Withlacoochee State Trail for years. I’ve done at least three of them.

Here’s his latest note:

The Withlacoochee trail moonlight ride will be Saturday, Oct. 11, at 7:00 pm.  Will start at the same place as always in Istachatta, however we’ve moved the bike shop to Floral City so no parts, lights or rentals from this location.  Lights, flashers and helmets please. Going to Las Lomas Mexican Restaurant. 26 miles round trip.
Regis 352-419-4809 or 352-799-4979

Snakes Alive! in 2003

My son, Matt, and a friend from the office, Chuck, decided to take advantage of the great fall weather in Nov. 2003 to ride the Withlacochee State Trail, a 46-mile rails to trails in west central Florida.

Chuck and Matt were only looking to do about 50 miles, so Chuck got a motel room in Inverness, about the half-way point. That was going to be the bail-out spot in case anyone wanted to quit early. I was really hoping to get in a full century.

Matt and I started at the south end of the trail near Trilby and were clipping along at a great pace except that my gears were shifting all by themselves. It was like they were hunting between three cogs. Played the devil with trying to set a cadence.

Chain repair isn’t brain surgery

About five miles down the trail, I was looking down trying to figure out what was going screwy when I noticed that a chain link looked like it was bulging out on every pass. There is a great bike shop about 10 miles out, so I figured that I’d drop in there and get it looked at.

That’s when we hit what’s probably the high spot (literally) of the trail: an old railroad bridge that goes over I-75. I had climbed about 20 feet when the chain parted. The good news is that I had bought a Park chain tool a couple of summers ago when I had broken a chain in MO. The bad news is that I had never used it. It wasn’t brain surgery, so the kid installed a new pin for me.

I got up the bridge about 20 feet then the chain parted again. OK, so the kid is a Unix administrator, not a brain surgeon.

This time he took out the link that was bent and tried again. Not only did it work fine, but it actually seemed to shift better than ever. While we were working on it, a very nice park ranger came by to see if we needed help. He carries a set of bike tools and spare parts and actually seemed disappointed when he found us making our own repairs.

Be patient, we’re going to get to the snake eventually.

We hooked up with Chuck in Floral City, had a great lunch and kept on trucking.

The trail goes through some fairly desolate country and some tiny towns. We didn’t see as much wildlife as I had on some other rides, but there were a few snakes, a gopher tortoise, something in the distance that was too big to be a squirrel and some of the biggest bunny rabbits I’ve seen this side of jackalope land.

When we hit Inverness on the return leg, Matt and Chuck decided they’d had enough fun. It was about 60 miles for Matt and about 50 for Chuck. I wanted to get in a few miles, although it was getting late and chilly, so my goal of a century wasn’t likely to happen. The trail is supposed to close at sunset, and I was afraid that they might close the gates where we had parked the car.

I’m all alone

Matt and Chuck headed off to get Chuck’s car to pick up mine. Matt and I had GPSs programmed with waypoints along the trail and we both had Nextel radios to keep in touch.

Between the rapidly ending day and overhanging trees, it was getting dark enough that I had to turn on the my lights. I didn’t have to worry about traffic, so I was just running off my Schmidt hub. I kept my NiteRider in reserve just in case.

I hadn’t seen another rider in an hour and was in the darkest part of the trail when I decided to take a close look at my GPS to see which would be a logical pickup point to meet The Kid. Except for some frogs and an odd snake or two, there wasn’t much to dodge.

OK, What’s THAT?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something mottled-looking stretched two-thirds of the way across the 9-foot trail. My brain told me that it was just some leaves that had been stacked up against a curvy crack in the blacktop to a height of about 2-1/2 inches, a width of about four inches and a length of about six feet (and that was just what was on the trail.)

My instincts, however, caused me to grab the radio and say, “Kid, I just passed something that was either a pile of leaves or a bleeping python. Either way, I ain’t going back to find out.”

Making me wonder even more about it was the fact that I don’t recall seeing anything obstructing the trail when I rode north and Chuck didn’t see anything like that when he rode the same stretch on Sunday.

I decided that I’d try to hook up with the kid in front of a general store in Istachatta. When I got there, it was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone just before Rod Serling shows up. The general store was closed and dark. The few houses around were dark and quiet. The only sound came from some dogs howling in the distance.

“Uhhhh, Kid,” I radioed. “You ARE on your way, right?”

“Yep.” He replied. “Just a couple of miles from the turn-off. Won’t be but a few minutes.”

I had my bike set up by the side of the road with all of the taillights blinking and the NiteRider headlight strobing away at a roadside sign. There was no way he was going to miss me.

Ten L-O-N-G minutes went by. No Kid.

“Kid,” I radioed again. “Do you have any idea what kind of sound a python makes slithering through wet grass? Well, I don’t either and I’ve seen enough of those movies to know that I don’t to look over my shoulder.”

“I didn’t notice that the battery in my GPS had died.” he replied, giving me much comfort. “I was wondering why the little arrow on the laptop wasn’t moving. I’ve changed the battery and figured out that I missed my turn. It won’t be long….”

That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t python bait.

Maybe I didn’t get a picture of the python, but here’s a picture of Matt with a shark we spotted along the trail.

4 Replies to “Withlacoochee Trail Full Moon Ride Oct. 11”

  1. If you’re looking for an inexpensive, clean but not fancy room, you could do worse than the Central Motel in Inverness.


    I’ve stayed there a couple of times.

    The best part is that the place is right on the trail.

    There was a good breakfast restaurant next door the last time we were there.

  2. Python update:

    About a year later, I ran into a deputy at that general store. I asked him if he had ever heard of any pythons along the trail.

    He said that he wouldn’t be surprised at anything you might run into. There used to be a ranch nearby that had all kinds of wild and exotic animals on it. The owner pretty much abandoned it and all of the animals, some which managed to get away.

  3. Make sure that you always have not only a buddy, but a group on moonlit rides such as this. If there is an emergency, something could easily happen to both of you instead of just one. You need more people around to take care of you.

    1. Megadyne,

      I’m going to have to differ with you on this. I’ve done a lot of solo riding. I’m not going to say that bad things can’t happen, but I take every reasonable precaution possible.

      I have plenty of lights, food, water, tools, tubes, a cell phone, a GPS, bug spray, etc.

      I’ll go along with you in saying that it’s good to have a partner, but I certainly don’t need a gaggle of other riders. I was scouting out a route one day and popped into an LBS along the way to ask for local knowledge.

      A club rider-type said, “Oh, that’s dangerous. I wouldn’t ride that road if I wasn’t in a group.”

      It turned out to be a wonderful road with little traffic. What traffic that WAS there was the kind that pulls into the other lane 100 yards back and gives you a cheerful wave as they go by.

      YMMV, of course. It all depends on your comfort level.

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