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It's the last day
of this ride and I should be sleeping in my own bed tonight back in my beloved
Holler. After all of the rain yesterday and last night, I expect more of
the same today. I get SweetTreat loaded up and figure I'll just breakfast
somewhere down the road a piece. |
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Soon I've made the
split from I79 over to I64 and it seems that rain is going to hold off for
a while - and for that I am thankful. |
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At least I have
the road pretty much to myself this morning, which given my tired state
of affairs is a pretty good thing. |
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It still looks like
the bottom is fixing to fall out, so I figure I'll just stop at the next
available Cracker Barrel and get some hen fruit and pig meat. Cross Lanes,
WV has just the ticket so I find a spot and wander right in. I've been in
so many Cracker Barrels, that I could probably go in blindfolded, find a
table, and order without removing the blindfold. But the food, service,
and quality is predictable with seldom a surprise. And this morning I am
just not up for surprises. |
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About the time my
seat hits the seat, the bottom absolutely falls out. It's raining as hard
as it was yesterday when I rode for hours in the downpour. But at least
I'll have a decent breakfast under my belt before I have to go wading again. |
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I order my usual
- 'The Sunrise Sampler, eggs over easy, country ham' and they trot it right
out pretty quick. It's good as usual and gets my cholesterol levels up there
where you can measure them. Much to my thankful heart, the rain quits just
before I wander back outside to SweetTreat. Things are wet, but at least
it's not coming down like broken fire hydrant. |
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As I make my way
across West Virginia, I just wonder what sort of chemical soup lives over
on that side of the road. It smells pretty potent and I decide that I'm
probably better off not knowing the answer to my question. |
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I make my way through Lexington
and once again pass the Martin
Castle, at the corner of US 60 and Versailles Road. According
to local sources -
'This castle was built
25 years ago by Lexington, Kentucky home builder, Rex Martin. He and his
new bride honeymooned in Europe, where she fell in love with castles.
Upon there return to Lexington he built her this replica of a castle,
but they divorced before it's completion. No one has ever lived here.'
It's one of the most impressive
structures in the area and seems almost out of place in this area of plantation
homes and fancy horse barns.
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Pretty soon I hit
the Bluegrass Parkway ... and more construction zones. But at least this
will take me to I65 which will put me in Nashville proper. |
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Once I clear Louisville,
I come upon this poor trucker. His truck is smoking worse than an old Chevrolet
that needs a set of rings. |
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Fortunately, the
weather has stayed dry and so have I as draw closer to Nashville. I take
Briley Parkway off I65 which drops me onto I40, my last Interstate of the
day. |
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When I finally put into the
Holler, I know I can count on my LadyBug to greet me. I tell people that
they have nothing to fear from her ... unless of course they look like
a biscuit. She looks at me and says -
'Where you been Daddy?"
Or at least that's what I understand
her to say. Then she proceeds to fleece me down, expecting a love offering
in the form of a doughy contribution. Of course, I've saved one of my
Cracker Barrel biscuits for her from breakfast, so she is all smiles.
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It has been a wonderful
14 days, 6,100+ miles on the road, but I am glad to be back at the house.
My left knee has continually given me trouble and I know now that I am facing
another knee replacement for sure. But I've managed to squeeze in another
great trip and for that I am thankful. There are few things that lift my
spirits like being on the road and riding with my friends, making memories
that will last a long time after all else is gone. |
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THE
END
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Footnote :
On August 25, 2011 I had a total replacement of my left knee after consultation
with my orthopedic doctor Daniel Phillips, one of the best in the business. |
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