Jiving hip-to-hip with the French Broad River, Amboy Road was my favorite cross-cut through Asheville. A superb scenic route, it had the essentials: views of flowing water, panoramas of an expansive park, trails full of conversing groups, and curiously, an old Nascar short-track converted into an outdoor cycling velodrome. On harder days, ones where I … Continue reading Newsletter #99: Where I Use to See Bears, I Saw Shipping Containers
