I took a few pics today but mostly I meandered around, checked out some small communities and generally saw some of the back country I'm fond of riding in. Yesterday Linda (mine, not Woody's) commented that I should post Google Maps of where I ride each day, otherwise no one really knows where I'm at. Good point but that's something I've never done so I'll have to learn how.
|So lookee here, a jpeg of a folded map. How cool izzat? Not? Oh.|
Update to today's post:
OK, I'm messing around with Google Maps and so far all I've been able to do is set up a link to the map. To see if it works click on this: Today's route The thing is, this would be the route with alternates they would have you take so I'll have to figure out how to show the exact route I followed. I think that means I'll need the names of all the little burgs I visit or at least the highway designations.
After another motel breakfast of manly food - flakes & OJ, that stuff, I headed north on the nearest freeway. A lot of Bonsai drivers live in this part of the country.
I reached Tennessee fairly early which is what happens when you merge in with the Bonsais I mentioned earlier. Tennessee, unlike Kentucky is open to marking their state line with welcome signs. Kentucky didn't bother unless the road I took was so remote they simply didn't care to. In either event I was in Kentucky for quite awhile without knowing it.
|We're not afraid|
|Happy Tennessee Bonsai trail|
Eventually I bailed off the freeway and rode one of the scenic routes north. It was slower, less traveled, and went through small towns living what, off the land? When I ride through them I always wonder what people do for a living, where do they work, etc. Some times I ask one of the locals which more often than not results in a glassy-eyed stare like I'd just slipped in through the back door or something.
Turning around after shooting a pic of the road sign my eyes fell on the Bonnie and I thought "What a clean bike it is" so I took another picture of it.
Then it occurred to me I hadn't posted a selfie for a few days and since it wan't raining it seemed like a good opportunity to do so.
|Mr Happy needs a new razor...|
The Garmin Lady soon redirected me onto another route north - maybe I was having too much fun on the old one. Maybe I crabbed too much about how tacky some of their road signs are?
|Our signs are not tacky|
|More exciting views of the freeway|
|Those Crockett guys didn't always plan so well.|
|OK so they've got these little access lanes, so what?|
|Oh boy oh boy oh boy!|
|In the far end of the park there's a big ol' damn thing holding back the water|
|Lookee here Linda, a Google Map! I stole it of course|
The reception gal on duty directed me to a family restaurant called The Circle R which sounds more like a cattle branding iron than a restaurant but I went there just the same. I had their daily special, a barbecued pulled-pork sandwich with fries-for-my-thighs and sweet iced tea.
Riding back to the motel I felt some big splats of rain but so far nothing since and it's been more than an hour. I think I'll cover the bike anyway, at least the saddle will be dry if it starts in again.
Pretty exciting day, eh?