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History
2019
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It's
out early to get Frost ready for the run home. After looking at the options
last night, we decide the best way is 127 south to the Louie B Nunn Parkway
then over to I65. |
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But our first stop
is the Red Rooster Cafe, recommended by our server for a good breakfast.
And I do love a good breakfast! |
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It's a local place
and it's nice to hit a local place for change up from Bob Evans and the
Cracked Barrel. |
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Their
hot chocolate definitely passes the taste test, but then I'm not too picky
as long as it's chocolate! |
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Their menu has tempted
me beyond my ability to resist, so I order up gravy and biscuits to go along
with my tenderloin, eggs, and taters. |
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I must
say it is pretty tasty as I am tempted to lick the plate. But I fear if
do, my Sissy would probably smack me like any good older sister should do
for such behavior. |
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As we settle up at the front
desk, I take notice (and a picture) of their signs.
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With enough good
grub stashed away for the arduous journey, we are on the journey through
Corbin proper and back out to highway 127. |
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Highway 127 is a
nice back road that takes us through some small towns and occasionally has
a few sweepers along the way. |
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Soon we are
on the Louie B. Dunn Parkway which is a quiet four lane that will take
us to I65. But it's not too quiet for long as a semi up ahead can't quite
figure out which lane, if any, they want to be in. I don't know if the
driver is sleepy, drunk, drugged, on his laptop or texting. One minute
the truck is hitting the racket strips on the right, the next minute it's
splitting the center line, and then it's bobbing to the left shoulder.
I cautiously get close and when I get a shot, blow by the truck when it
swings to the right.
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With that behind
us, we all manage to make it to I65 without any further drama. And for that
we are very thankful. |
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When we pull into
Bowling Green for our final gas stop, a rider pulls up on this specially
modified Harley. I walk over and talk with him a bit. It turns out he is
a 'veteran of the sandbox' as he says and was wounded in action. His left
foot does not work properly to operate the foot shift, so he came up with
this ingenious idea. With the stick shifter (sort of like the way old Harleys
used to operate), he hung the clutch master cylinder and lever on the stick.
That way when he pulls the stick to shift, he can pull in the clutch lever
at the same time. |
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We decide before
we leave here that we will split up instead of staying together like we've
done for trip. With the crazy, heavy traffic, it would be too hard to try
to even stay in sight of each other. |
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I make it back to the Holler
where the Lady Bug, in deep expectation of proper biscuit offering greets
me. I tell her -
"Well, I know what you
are expecting and you are more excited about getting a biscuit than
you are seeing me. But it just so happens that I did save you one from
breakfast this morning."
With that bit of news, she
thanks me with a lovely howl and devours the love offering in a short
nanosecond.
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It's hot and I'm tired, so
I remove what needs to be removed from Frost for washing and such and
make my way into our nice air conditioned house.
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It's been a great
trip so far and I am excited at the prospect of continuing on Monday with
the two other Musketeers. |
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