Diane Rides On!

Friday, September 26. Lebanon to Georgetown.

The MyrthleDeen B&B owner and former chef was willing to serve us breakfast at 7am.  Another yummy meal! (Do you notice a trend of partially defining this ride by the quality of the food?)  Over breakfast, we visited just a little bit with his two young sons, a real pleasure.  And then we were off! 

The first 15 miles on Hwy 62 was flat with good payment and a broad shoulder.  Once out and running, Diane’s confidence returned and she biked strongly.  But later in the day, Hwy 62 returned to its miserable ugly ways, becoming a nightmare of a very narrow road with absolutely no shoulders.  That caused us to fall very much behind schedule but on we pressed.  But about 8 miles away from our destination, the continuing need to pull off the road to allow the building traffic to safely pass, the rare but growing verbal abuse by some drivers, and the impending darkness, led us once again to ask for a ride. (A pick-up a day keeps us on our way.)  We were accommodated by Eric and Rochelle, a sweet retired couple, and their loving border collie mix, Annie, who gave Diane sweet and gentle attention.  They delivered us to the Super 8, where after our showers, we feasted on Domino’s pizza and cherry coke.  And Rob inspected the bikes and conducted the required routine maintenance. 

We leave the grand MyrtleDene.

We are riding a little of Kentucky's "Bourbon Trail." This bridge is just down the road from the Wild Turkey Distillery. When the wind is right you can smell the brew in the vats.

 

Hwy 62 at its ugliest. The road has been turned into a giant waffle surface in readiness for repaving.

 

 

 

Along our ride we have encountered this tree with its unusual "fruit." They turn out to be the seed pods of the magnolia tree.














We start to see our first Fall colors.

PS 

(Adult section)

Bicycle touring is not without its dangers, but as they say "you pay your dues and you take your chances."   Diane paying her dues certainly paid off. She religiously wears her helmet no matter the heat or discomfort.    (Note the cracks where she hit her head on the payment.)

 

Of course all close calls seem to have a humorous component.  This one comes in the form of bruises. Let's say, if Diane were a horse she would be a fine Appaloosa with a beautiful spotted romp.

(One of the many spots.)