Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Music City Madness


As with my May 2014 stopover at Barber Motorsports Museum, I was recently in an employer-funded position to visit Nashville. Although it should be pretty clear that I’m referring to the capital of Tennessee, I was shocked to discover that there are no fewer than thirteen other imposters also named Nashville in the U.S. I doubt any hillbilly crooner ever mistakenly ended up in Nashville, Iowa or Nashville, Maine attempting to break into country music but it’s funny to imagine nonetheless. 

I was also similarly surprised when I learned that Tennessee was experiencing an outbreak of measles, a malady that by all accounts has been off the CDC’s radar since 2000. Thus, the prospect of traveling to a state where there was a likelihood of getting a communicable childhood disease was about as comforting as hearing dueling banjos on a wilderness canoe trip.

Nevertheless, Nashville holds a special place in my heart as it was the first stopover for my wife and I on our honeymoon. Fun Fact: we had originally planned to vacation in Key West, Florida but due to the formation of Hurricane Isaac in the Gulf we decided to head north rather than south. Two years prior, Hurricane Georges had caused immense damage and flooding to our area and given the unpredictability of those storms we decided to play it safe and head for the mountains. We had a wonderful time in Nashville, as well as Gatlinburg and Chattanooga, and always intended on bringing our daughter back someday. However, despite our best intentions, sixteen years slipped by since our inaugural visit as we invariably postponed Tennessee for other destinations such as the Bahamas, Mexico, Washington and even Disneyworld (three times). So when the opportunity arose to take a trip to Nashville on the bank’s dollar, I didn’t have to think twice; Amanda took the week off and we pulled Victoria out of school.

To pass the time on the seven-hour drive, I decided to dispense a few choice tidbits of Tennessee trivia I’d researched beforehand. Truth be told, my wife and daughter both looked to be quite enthralled with their pursuits but I was determined nonetheless. Amanda was busy texting on her iPhone and Victoria was watching “Zootopia” on her laptop, her brow furrowed as seriously as if she was taking the SAT. So, it seemed like the perfect time to tell them that Nashville has the United States' highest population of Kurdish people. There was dead silence, so I followed that up with the official census estimate of 11,000. Sensing my frustration, Amanda looked up briefly from her phone as if to acknowledge and mumbled a half-hearted reply about cheese. I then had to spend the remainder of the trip convincing them that I was not talking about cheese curds and that Nashville did not have the United States' largest population of lactose-intolerant citizens.  

In North Alabama, we stopped off to refuel in Priceville which nearly straddles the Tennessee line. Pulling away from a red light, and for reasons unknown, a young fellow in a late 1990’s V6 Mustang with side-pipes decides to challenge us. Amanda flat-foots the throttle and the Mustang rapidly falls back. Alas, the aging mare’s 3.8-liter six cylinder makes more noise than power and its 145 hp is no match for the Hyundai’s 280 turbocharged horses. If back in 2000 someone had told me that on our next visit to Nashville we’d be in an SUV that possessed nearly 300 hp and averaged 30 mpg, I would’ve had them committed to the nearest mental institution.      

Nashville has earned the metonyms Cashville or Nash Vegas to describe it’s showbiz roots, but it’s also the place that gave birth to such southern religions as the television show “Hee Haw” and GooGoo Clusters. These confections are recognized by many Tennesseans as one of the four main food groups along with lard, moonshine and biscuits. This despite the fact that Nashville struggles daily with the knowledge that Chattanooga sells it’s more successful and better-tasting Moon Pie. It’s a rivalry every bit as fierce as the symbiotic relationship between Donald Trump and his hair.  

I was just thankful that my seminar was scheduled for May and not June, when the “Nashville Pride” festival kicks off. This is a LGBT festival that fosters awareness for “gender-confused” individuals. At odds with this alternative lifestyle is Nashville’s Protestant roots and it’s 700 churches. In addition to being the world’s largest manufacturer of bibles, Nashville also makes the Gideon Bibles. You’ll recognize these tiny tomes if you’ve ever rifled through the drawers in your hotel room unsuccessfully looking for money or other valuables. My only regret was that the Miss Pole Dance America 2016 was the week after we left.

As we get close to Nashville, the omnipresent billboards begin appearing. I always find it fascinating to see the advertisements that remain as unique as the cities we visit. A few years ago, we travelled to Dallas and were inundated with offers for “Microsurgical Vasectomy Reversal”. Every time we visit Disney, the signs outside Orlando for Strip Clubs and Adult Novelty shops foretell our arrival. And with Nashville, the popular service seems to be “Robotic Hair Transplants”. But the best sign was beside a rural pasture that stated, “THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.” When I was growing up in the 1970s, I was eagerly looking forward to the new Millennium as I was certain we would have laser guns and flying cars. Somehow, Vasectomy Reversal and Hair Transplants were not at the top of my wish list.

Interestingly, Nashville has been featured in two of our favorite movies. Victoria loves “Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thief” and the full-scale replica of the Greek Parthenon in Centennial Park was featured prominently in the movie. Also, in the opening chase sequence of the “The Matrix” Keanu Reeves attempts to elude his captors against an ominous silhouette of the Nashville skyline.  Colloquially known as the “Batman Building” the 33-story AT&T Tower is the most distinctive landmark in Nashville, in much the same way the Empire State Building is in New York or the Transamerica Pyramid is in San Francisco. It’s not only the tallest building in Nashville, but also the entire state. However, to me it’s always appeared to be some sort of Satanic Spire that I’d imagine an evil entity like the National Telemarketers Association occupying. 
 

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Perhaps even more perplexing than the bizarre advertisements are Nashville’s traffic signs.  The third lane is not only designated as a HOV Lane but also one for “Inherently Low Emission Vehicles”. Much like the HOV lane encourages carpooling to conserve natural resources and cut down on greenhouse gases, this apparently promotes purchasing a hybrid vehicle. But as you would imagine, it can be difficult (if not impossible) to enforce. I doubt your average patrolman knows the difference between a Tesla and a Toyota. A report by WKRN in Nashville found that there’s up to a 96% violation rate of motorists illegally using the HOV lane. Apparently, most Tennessee drivers feel that the low $50 fine and the slight chance of getting caught is worth the gamble. And statistics seems to reinforce this as in 2014, police wrote just 281 citations for HOV violations.  
 

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Our first stop in Nashville is the resort where we’d be staying for the week. Officially, it’s known as the Marriott Gaylord Opryland Resort & Convention Center which is exhausting and sounds pretentious, so we just called it Opryland. We visited Opryland on our honeymoon, but our modest budget didn’t allow us to stay overnight and it’s easy to see why: on top of the $300 room rate, there were no fewer than seven additional daily charges that totaled almost another $100. Valet parking was the most exorbitant at $32, followed by a “Resort” fee for $18. As best I could determine, the “Resort” charge covered Wi-Fi access and two bottled waters per day. The other five fees were all municipal taxes. But if cost isn’t a factor, Opryland is certainly the Taj Mahal of Tennessee. It’s the largest combined hotel and convention center under one roof in North America and is essentially a rainforest in a hotel that’s enclosed in a giant transparent dome. Reading Sci-Fi stories of cities enclosed in huge bio-domes always seemed so suffocating and claustrophobic, but Opryland was another story entirely. Because the glass canopy is all encompassing, you forget that “outside” is still technically inside the dome and this illusion is perpetuated by the nine acres of indoor gardens and waterfalls. The temperature is a constant 68-72 degrees so it always feels comfortable and pleasant even though it might be freezing or scorching outside the hotel. And we were told that in the Delta Atrium alone the ceiling contains 6,200 panes of glass. With each pane measuring a half-inch thick and weighing 250 lbs., I sure didn’t want one falling on me. 
 

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Opryland is one giant Rainforest Café

 
Opryland is so huge in fact, that a quarter-mile long river circulates through it. I insisted we take the $30 riverboat cruise because, quite frankly, I couldn’t think of another time I might get to ride a boat inside a hotel.  During the tour, our guide informed us that there’s over 200 fish in the river, most of which are Bluegill, Carp and Catfish. He also mentioned that all of the trees and plants throughout Opryland are real and represent different regions. To illustrate this, he pointed out a Pineapple Guava tree from Hawaii and a Black Olive tree that’s indigenous to Florida.  

Additionally, Opryland features 17 restaurants divided over its six-levels and offers nearly every ethnic cuisine—American, Asian, Irish, Italian and Mexican. Yet naturally, this didn’t impress my daughter. No, she was most excited that they had a Starbucks she could visit 24 hours a day, just in case she needed a Citrus Berry Passion Refresher at 10 PM.

There’s also a multitude of high-end retailers such as Johnston & Murphy and Swarovski. Incidentally, the Swarovski store had a “Sale” on a special jewel-encrusted mirror for $9,999 that would even make the evil queen in “Snow White” jealous. Noticing our interest, the saleswoman urged us to buy it now or it might be gone. She said they sold one the previous month and this was the last one. I lied and told her we already had one and didn’t need another. The look on her face was priceless. We also stumbled upon a complete radio station broadcasting live right down from the Jack Daniel’s Saloon. In fact, it was here in 1950 that WSM announcer David Cobb coined the sobriquet “Music City” and it stuck. It was also mentioned that prior to Wheel of Fortune, host Pat Sajak got his start here. Besides serving as the on-air afternoon personality, he also doubled as a voice-over announcer and weekend weathercaster in the 1970s.

But Opryland hasn’t always been an affluent paradise. Exactly six-years prior to the day we arrived, it was briefly turned into a facsimile of the Florida Everglades when a 1,000-year flood hit the area with two-day rain totals of more than 19 inches. This caused the Cumberland River to swell twelve-feet above flood stage and overflow into the hotel. An estimated 71.3 million gallons were later pumped out of Opryland and repairing the resort required over 281,000 square feet of carpeting and more than a million drywall screws. Following this natural disaster, the Gaylord Entertainment Company attempted to sue the Tennessee Corps of Engineers for the $250 million it sustained in damages. The suit alleged that the Corps and the National Weather Service acted negligently and inadequately communicated with each other before and during the storm. It also contended that the Corps waited too long to release water from Old Hickory dam, while the weather service issued inaccurate river-stage forecasts. However, a U.S. district judge dismissed the lawsuits citing a ruling that under a 1928 law the government has legal immunity.

On Friday, we set out to see what was beyond the fishbowl we had been staying in and show Victoria Nashville. Fortunately, the traffic on I-40 wasn’t too bad as Atlanta still holds the record in our book for worst metro congestion. However, it was clear that the Dunning-Kruger Effect was alive and thriving in Tennessee. An oblivious teen-aged girl in an abused Altima nearly took off the front of our Santa Fe as she dived across three lanes to catch an exit she was about to miss. And the 70 MPH speed limit was either much too fast or much too slow for everyone. A new Infiniti with an elderly man at the wheel was dragging along at 40 mph in the passing portion of the highway and we got stuck behind him as an endless stream of impatient drivers passed us on the right. Finally, as we got free of him and sped up to 80 mph, there were still aggressive motorists whipping around us who deemed 100 mph to be a reasonable and prudent speed. Without fail, it always seems to be the people in rolling death traps who drive the fastest and take the most risks. It goes against logic that someone in a sports car would be in the slower percentile of traffic, but that’s what I’ve witnessed in countless years of driving. That theory was reinforced when we spotted a beautiful 2013 Fire Orange BMW M3 clinging tenaciously to the speed limit. Just one of 200 equipped with the “Lime Rock Park Edition” package, it included beautiful black bits of carbon fiber and a shiny Inconel-titanium exhaust. With its 415 hp V-8, it should have easily been leading the pack, but the grey-haired driver was content to simply cruise at legal speeds. I observed him in heavy traffic for several minutes and he never tail-gated anyone and always used his blinker when switching lanes. It was an impressive example of self-control behind the wheel.             

We exited at Broadway, the world-renown “Music Row”, and were quite frankly shocked at how much it had changed in 16 years. When we lasted visited in 2000, Nashville was a quiet and clean straight-laced town. But now, it was more Bourbon Street than old Broadway. Like New Orleans, there was a persistent stench of garbage in the air and homeless people littered the sidewalks. A haggard, toothless woman lay slumped in a corner offering a plastic cup for spare change and seemingly every other business was a bar of some sorts. We managed to park in an alley right off Broadway but the $11 charge for one hour suddenly made the parking at Opryland seem cheap. And crossing the street, we were nearly struck by a crazy, twelve-seat contraption called a “Pedal Tavern”. The ultimate in sloth and gluttony for the discriminating beer-drinker, these mobile beer kegs allow people to literally drink and drive as they see the sights. We briefly stopped in the Savannah Candy Kitchen, but it too was swamped with tourists.  Regrettably, we spent more time waiting in line to buy salt water taffy than perusing the offerings. And as we left, it was sad to see how our previous happy memories of Music Row were tainted by the current prostitution of it.

Our next stop was about 5 miles east of Nashville on the Murfreesboro Pike. There we found the Lane Motor Museum, a place described by the New York Daily News as the “World’s Wackiest Car Museum”. Indeed, if your tastes run to obscure and bizarre, chances are Jeff Lane has it. Typical museums feature mainstream cars, but the collection of oddities at the Lane Motor Museum (LMM) leads me to believe there might be a gas leak in the converted Sunbeam bakery that affected poor Jeff’s judgment. With his gray hair, goatee and ponytail, he resembles a hipster Colonel Sanders. There’s no apparent rhyme or reason to the assembled 330 cars other than it is the largest selection of European vehicles in the U.S. And examining the collection, it’s almost as if the only criteria was insanity. How else to explain everything from a tiny, three-wheeled Trident bubble car to a monstrous, Vietnam-era LARC-LX that could transport 200 military troops?
 

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Herewith are some of the highlights:

2015 Honda S660 and 1990 Honda Beat

LMM might have the most European cars under one roof in North America, but it’s clear Jeff Lane also loves quirky Japanese cars. Neither the 2015 Honda S660 or the 1990 Honda Beat were stateside, but they remain fun roadsters in the vein of the del Sol and S2000. Honda has promised it’s working on a version of the S660 for the U.S. market, but so far nothing has materialized. In Japan, the S660 is powered by a petite turbocharged three-cylinder generating 63 hp and a top speed of 87 mph. With a JDM price of 2,000,000 Yen, it would retail in America for roughly 15,000 Yankee dollars.

 

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1932 Helicron

In terms of one-of-a-kind weirdness, it would be hard to top the Helicron. This example--- the only one in existence--- was built in 1932 and features a propeller-driven engine. Few details are known about it other than it languished in a French barn for over 70 years before being discovered. It was meticulously restored and the original two-cylinder engine has been replaced by a modern Citroen four-cylinder. The propeller even works and is coupled directly to the crankshaft. Unbelievably, the Helicron passed the French Highway Inspection in 2000 and is legal to be driven on their roads. Herewith, the perfect vehicle for touring the Paris countryside as well as slicing baguette loaves.  

 

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1968 M.E.P. X27      

The M.E.P. was named for its inventor, Maurice Emile Pezous. He was a French aeronautics engineer by trade, but a racing enthusiast by nature. The X27 was mildly successful in European racing and approximately 20 were built from 1965-1971. Weighing just 865 lbs., it had a top speed of 130 mph and examples are still actively raced in vintage rallies today.

 

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2015 Nissan GT-R LM Nismo      

The newest offering in the museum belonged to Nissan. I don’t know how Lane procured this prototype, one of just 3 produced, but I’m sure it cost more than most of his museum combined. This car was Nissan’s ill-fated foray into the high-stakes World Endurance Championship which is currently dominated by the likes of Audi and Porsche. Starting with a clean-sheet of paper, Nissan created an unconventional hybrid-powered LMP1-class racer that broke all the unwritten rules of the series: it uses a front-mounted engine instead of a mid-engine, it develops nearly 1500 hp on high-octane gasoline instead of diesel, and it employs front-wheel drive instead of rear-wheel drive. Sometimes innovation pays off and sometimes it doesn’t. In Nissan’s case, reliability issues plagued the trio of GT-Rs during their debut race at LeMans and only one managed to finish. Given this embarrassing defeat, the GT-R was pulled from all future races and there’s no telling how many Nissan employees committed Seppuku as a result.  

 

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1967 Caldwell D-7 Can-Am Race Car

The Nissan might be the most technologically advanced, but this Can-Am car was clearly the most dangerous and brutal. From an era known as racing’s lawless glory years, the joint Canadian and American (Can-Am) project had basically no rules other than for teams to drive as fast as possible. Unfettered by such silly things as safety, these fiberglass coffins weighed just 1,660 lbs and were shoved down the road by up to 1,580 hp, hitting speeds of 240 mph. Occupant protection was considered trivial and limited to a tiny roll-bar and a thin lap belt. It’s no wonder then, that Bruce McLaren’s death in an M8D Can-Am car in 1970 spelled the beginning of the end for the perilous series.   

                 

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Micro Machines

I included this picture for point of reference as to how small some of these actual cars are. Interestingly, there’s also an annual Rally for the Lane benefit where 48 cars are selected and participants who pay $500 or more can actually drive them on an organized route.

 

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Saturn 1B Launch Vehicle

Although this was spotted in Huntsville, I couldn’t resist including it since it’s a Saturn and secondly, it’s clearly the fastest with a combined 1,800,000 lbs. of thrust. It saw a total of 9 successful launches from both Cape Canaveral and Kennedy Space Center beginning in 1966 and ending in

1975. Sadly, we also passed by Saturn Parkway in Springhill, Tennessee where GM manufactured my Ion Red Line and I visited in 1994. The factory is still going strong building other GM vehicles, and the auto-giant recently announced they were investing millions of dollars into expanding it.

 

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Finally, our time at Opryland had come to an end. Victoria and Amanda were reluctant to leave, but I was ready. We’d had the run of the place for most of the week, but on Friday it was besieged by 4,000 kids for the National Elementary Chess Championship. With the hotel overrun by their influx, even something as simple as breakfast became a chore. We showed up at 7 a.m. on Saturday for our departing meal only to discover that there was an hour wait. Also, the thousands of blooming flora and fauna, while certainly beautiful, had done a real haymaker on my allergies. I sneezed in the morning, I sneezed in the afternoon, and I sneezed at night so maybe I’m just not cut out for life under the dome after all.       

 

 

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