Many years ago, before he was Uncle Phil ('cause he's always got what you need but forgot to bring), my friend Phil made stuff happen or work. He had a sweet Honda Super90 and I had nothing but a bicycle. So, he managed to borrow another friend's Super90 so we could ride to Columbia and back. I don't recall there being any particular reason except for the ride.

We went at night, there was no traffic and everything went great except my throttle side grip was loose from, I think, the application of the semi-ape hanger handle bars. So, the throttle fell apart. Phil rode that bike home by pulling on the throttle cable to give it gas.

The first part of the trip also ran over the hill where Phil coasted his bicycle up to speeds of 50+mph. There is a sharp curve at the point of highest velocity which enhances the likelihood of death.

So, I thought I'd re-run the route as much as I could. The old road only exists in spots now. I did find the closed bridge that was the death knell of the old road. I also found horse trails and Duck River access points on the property that once was part of the Columbia Dam project.

Old Columbia Hwy