Making the Way Home

Sunday, July 5th, 2009


Wow, it was hard to believe that here it is the 16th and final day of the trip. We started out heading north through Cookeville, TN. It was only about 50 miles or so until we were in Kentucky.

And while in Kentucky, we were on some good country roads, two lanes, not divided, and windy through the Bluegrass State.

We ere riding through farm country, a mix of fields of corn, beans, and sometimes tobacco, and also cattle. As we passed one field with cows along the fence, I revved the engine once. None of them along the fence even noticed, but Kasey said that one further out seemed to look up in disgust. On the intercom, I said I knew what he was thinking.

"What's that?" Kasey asked.

"That guy thinks he got game," I started. "Wait until he hears the exhaust of this Cow-asaki!" Then I made a loud farting noise. After Kasey laughed, I continued. "Damn, I just pooped on my tail!"

That would be the light moment of the day, for our conversation, and for the skies. As we went north, the skies grew cloudy and dark. Eventually, about 30 miles from our lunch stop, the skies would darken with moisture, and begin to fall to the ground. For the second time on the trip, it was raining. This time we would not be so lucky to find a good overhang, or for it to stop as we donned the rain gear.

After a few minutes, we waited for the rain to slow, and we headed out, covered in our rain gear. Even though it was 30 miles, it was long 30 miles through the rain. We rolled into Hodgensville, KY, apparently a town that has a link to Lincoln. There was a museum, and other places dedicated to the 16th President.

One thing the town no longer had? Well if you have been reading the other posts from the trip, you know it is that the restaurant I picked to eat at was no longer there. We back tracked a bit, and found the Hodgensville Grill, the parking lot was full, so it had to be a god place.

We stepped inside, in full gear, and wet from the still pouring rain. We were immediately tended to by the female co-owner of the establishment. She said we would have to wait a few minutes for a table, offered us drinks, and brought us towels to dry off the helmets.

It was only few minutes until we got sat at a table. Tea and coffee was served to us quickly. It was apparent that this was the place to go after church services. The food was good, and the place was always full of conversation. We ate slow to let the storm and pass, and sure enough, the rain had let up by the time we were ready to depart.

We continued our way through Kentucky, mostly on US 31e, and in the rain. We were doing ok riding through the wet air, but the GPS seemed to be taking on water. A sign that we were nearly done with Kentucky was arriving in Louisville. We cruised through town, crossing the US 31 Bridge across the Ohio River.

Once we crossed the river, we were on I 65 for a while. Lets face it, we were near, if not over 3000 miles, so we were ready to get home. Besides, I had seen all the scenery here. We made a stop for fuel, and a but break, and by this time, the GPS was not functioning at all. We headed back up I 65 to US 31, and took that north to Frnaklin. I was amazed at how many times I glanced to check the GPS. Kind of amazing, when you consider how times I miss turns from not looking at it!

We headed west out of Franklin, Indiana on SR 144, which ends, picks up again, and then ends in Moorseville, Indiana at SR 67.

SR 267 would take us north to US 40, which I would jog west to Cartersburg Road. This road would wind us into Danville, Indiana. A few more roads, and we would be at Kasey's House.

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