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RIDE 4/16/2026
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Riding With My Old Friend |
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April
16, 2026
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| The weather for today looks absolutely wonderful so Andy and I figure it will work nicely for a little ride up in to Kentucky. Andy and I grew up in the same small town, Lewisburg, went to the same junior and high schools, and roomed together for one quarter at college (my money ran out after that). We share the same last name - Derryberry - but as near as his wife can figure we are 4th cousins twice removed. The closest common ancestor I can find is about seven generations back. We have been riding together since bicycle days. I lived in town and Andy lived out in Verona on his ancestor's farm which was eight miles or so away. We thought nothing of it to ride to each other's houses and then ride our one speed coaster brake bicycles all day all over the place. I picked up motorcycling as soon as I turned 16 and pretty soon had corrupted Andy to do the same. I took him to get his first motorcycle and I took him to get the one he is currently riding. The miles that we have ridden together on two wheels is hard to even estimate at this point. I never have to worry about him doing something unthinkable behind me or in front of me and he is always a pleasure to ride with. Since I just put new tires on SweetTreat, she gets the honors this morning. | ||
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| Getting north I have to cross the Cumberland River so my only practical option is to jump on Briley Parkway for a little bit. | ||
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Soon I jump off at highway 431 which takes me through Whites Creek. It's claim to fame is this little building which has an interesting past - In this building, then a combination saloon and grocery, W.W. Earthman, magistrate and ex-constable of Davidson County, on March 25, 1881, arrested Bill Ryan, alias Tom Hill, ruthless and indiscreet member of the gang, members of which were living in the Edgefield neighborhood. Frank and Jesse James and their families left the Nashville area the next day.
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| It's nice a run to the restaurant where we are meeting with very little traffic going this way. | ||
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| We've eaten here before and they do a mighty fine job with hen fruit and pig meat to say the least! | ||
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| Outside the front door is a 1952 Chevy pickup - the same year that my granddaddy had when I was a kid. The owner tells me the bodywork sits on a Chevy S10 frame with a nice V8 to power it right along. | ||
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| I'm usually an 'omelet' man, but I remember Andy got their tenderloin last time so I hone in on it. And I am not disappointed as it is good and they are generous with their portions. | ||
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| In the strength of that meat, we get ready to mount up and head a little further north. | ||
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| It's nice for a change just to sit back and follow the leader instead of leading the pack. | ||
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Our first stop after various twists and turns is the Jefferson Davis State Historic Site in Fairview, Kentucky. The monument is the tallest unreinforced concrete structure in the world at 351 feet and the fifth tallest monument in the United States. For comparison, the Washington Monument is 555 feet. It was started in 1907 and finished in 1924. Jefferson Davis was the president of the Confederate States of America for the 5 years of its existence. He served as US secretary of war and then as senator until his home state, Mississippi, seceded from the union on January 9, 1861. Davis stayed in Washington until he received official notification on January 21. Calling it "the saddest day of his life", he delivered a farewell address, resigned from the Senate, and returned to Mississippi. On February 9, 1861 Davis was unanimously elected to the provisional presidency of the Confederacy by a constitutional convention in Montgomery, Alabama including delegates from the six states that had seceded. After the war on May 22, 1865, Davis was imprisoned in Fort Monroe, Virginia. Finally after 2 years of imprisonment, he was released and the federal government finally dropped all charges against him. Davis like many men such as Robert E. Lee on the Confederate side, followed the lead of their states not wanting to bear arms against their fellow state citizens. They themselves were not for secession but were placed into positions that were very difficult to deal with. History is history and to change or rewrite it to suit the current 'morale microscope' is intellectually dishonest. We cannot know what agony of conscious those men had to deal with because we have never been put in that position. As I learned from the Marines that I served with that came back from Vietnam, you don't know what you will do in a situation until the bullets start flying. |
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| Soon we are off in search of another interesting place Andy wants to visit. | ||
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| And there just happens to be some mighty fine roads on the way to get there. | ||
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| It's such a lovely day as it seems all of nature has just busted out in it's majestic coat of green. | ||
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Soon we pull into the John Prine Memorial Park. In Muhlenberg County, few places resonate as deeply with music lovers as John Prine Memorial Park, a tribute to one of Americas most cherished singer-songwriters. The park honors John Prine, whose blend of country and folk music immortalized the region in his iconic song, Paradise. It is fittingly located on the banks of the Green River at the Rochester Dam. The lyrics to the song go - PARADISE Verse 1 Verse 2 Verse 3 Verse 4 Chorus |
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| It's a quiet place and good place to reflect and be still for a moment. | ||
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| But the day goes on and we have to get back to our respective places. | ||
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| I have to laugh as we pass through this town since Andy and I both grew up in Lewisburg, but it is the one in Tennessee not this one in Kentucky. | ||
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| I follow Andy until I get to Springfield, then I split off to take Highway 49 which is a more direct route for me to the Holler. It lets me avoid most all of the Nashville traffic and runs me back alongside the Cumberland River. | ||
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It's been another great day of great food, great weather, great roads, great sights and most importantly, great company. Our friendship stretches back close to sixty years and it is a cherished treasure to me. A wise feller said one time - "An old friend is someone who has seen you make a complete fool of yourself and doesn't consider it to be a permanent job." |
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