Don't have a clue what that phrase means but I've heard it all my life, in reference to this small patch of southern middle Tennessee I call home. Mr. Mars, of candy bar fame, used to live here; maybe that has something to do with it. Anyway, it's really beautiful country, rolling hills, woods, lakes, and a great place to ride.
Little over a year ago I bought my first bike, since I was 15, so I guess that means I'd been away from riding for about 41 years. I had been thinking about riding for a while because some friends were involved in the sport. One day I was in a bike shop in Nashville to check out the equipment first hand and a sales person suggested I take a test ride. That was on a Giant FCR. Man, what a rush, couldn't get the grin off my face. Bought bikes for the wife and myself the following week.
I'm and engineer and I guess the effeciency and simplicity of the machine is what gets my motor running. That, and of course the pure fun of being out riding the countryside. This year I plan to start commuting to work at least 1 or 2 days a week. This will be a 10 mile trip each way. I'm building a Giant Cypress bike for this purpose; added lights, seatpost rack, handle bar bag, fenders, etc.