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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Dillard, Sep 1, 2020.
Thanks for posting, I really enjoyed the pictures.
I rode over to the George Rogers Clark National Historical Park. The welcome center was closed. The Rotunda in the monument was closed as well.
I should have walked closer to the statue for Francis Vigo, the businessman who put up most of the money for the park.
And I also should have checked out the Old Cathedral Catholic Church. At the time, I didn't know it was the oldest Catholic Church in the state. But I gotta tell ya, it was hot and I wanted to keep moving. Also, I didn't smell very good. I took off my jacket and noticed how horrible it was. Body Odor, ugh. That's when I realized I'd never washed the damn thing.
I checked the weather again, and it was clear I needed to head for the house. The progress of the dual hurricanes gave me only a day or two more of dry riding weather. So I figured I'd skip IL and shoot south, cross the Ohio again at Evansville, and spend the night in Kentucky.
But Evansville was too crowded, so I kept riding down into KY, heading for Hopkinsville. I got there and still didn't really see anything I wanted so I pushed on to Clarksville, TN. At this point it was dark but I knew there were plenty of hotels around Clarksville because I spent a couple years there in the early 90s, with the 101st at Fort Campbell.
When I ride alone I usually spend more time in hotels than campgrounds. There are a couple reasons for this. When I'm alone I usually ride longer miles, so I leave earlier and stop later, and hotels are better for this. Also, camping alone just gets old after a while. So I hit another Hampton and drank the sweet Old Camp whiskey while I planned the next day's route home.
I had to skirt some large thunderstorms, and I got a little wet a few times.
Here's the Memorial for Meriwether Lewis (another Hero of mine), along the Natchez Trace near Hohenwald, TN. This is supposedly close to where he took his life (although there are arguments about how he died). It's a cool memorial; a single broken column. Lewis is buried beneath the monument.
Several other people are buried near the monument. I don't know the history behind this.
Somewhere in TN I hit a squirrel. I was entering a downhill S-curve when the little guy ran out into the road and stopped in the apex of the first curve. I was already committed and the road was a bit wet anyway so I just held what I had, figuring there was no way I'd hit the critter. He hopped left, paused, then jumped back to the right and I hit him with my front tire. Sorry pal, it was you or me.
I stayed on the back roads, which were fun, and crossed the Tennessee River on the Wheeler Dam. It's an impressively long dam.
And that's about it. There are plenty of fun twisty roads between Wheeler Dam and my house. But I was mentally done with the ride and took a direct line home. And that's when I realized that 'the paths back to the barn are generally straight'. It dawned on me that I might have just coined a new phrase. But I'm not that witty and surely I'd heard it somewhere else.
Here's a couple more Courthouse pics just because. Linden, TN and Ashville, AL.
I pulled into the garage, dropped my stinking jacket in the mud room, walked in the house and poured a glass of whiskey.
Here's the route I covered. And this is also as high-tech as I can get with maps.
All done. Thanks for your interest. I thoroughly enjoyed these four days in the Midwest, and the South too I guess. The great weather helped, but the area and people are terrific too.
In a couple weeks I'm headed west to ride around The Ozarks with my best friend, Johnny. Rides are better with a buddy. And I might go further west after that and get into some dirt, so we'll see.
Thanks again, j.
Cool pic of the dam crossing,, you cant ride across too many of those anymore, at least not around here..there is still one on the Snake River that allows it. Looking forward to riding along in my mind with you again.. Cheers!
Thanks Jim. You're up in Idaho? That's God's Country, I absolutely love that state.
Thanks again, j.
If you get out this way send me a note !
Great ride report, fantastic pictures. This has inspired me to do a ride "home" to where I grew up in Alexander, NY. Haven't been there in 20 years!
Google says 1400 miles, V-strom says I want to go somewhere besides work, wallet says hey man let's talk about this, coronavirus says I'll need to quarantine for 14 days upon arrival. Hmm.
Thanks for posting your ride. I enjoyed the trip. Great courthouse pics.
Great to revisit the significant places of our past and reconnect. The courthouses . . . ?
They're impressive buildings. Esthetically powerful, if that's a term. Looking back at my pics, it's all barns and farms, nice old homes in small towns, churches and courthouses. I know myself well enough to understand it.
Agreed Dillard, I’m sure there were no wayward youthful years my friend.