Rider on the Storm: Nashville, NC to Louisville, KY
A challenging and beautiful ride. I-65 to US 41W, to US79E to Bowling Green, to Natcher Parkway, to I-65 into Louisville. What could have been a 2 1/2 ride became closer to 5 hours. I had set the GPS for scenic ride which took me through some great farmland on one lane hilly roads. Really beautiful ride. However, I saw the clouds coming and thought that I had better go fastest route. Reset my GPS. Stopped at a Shell station, and it rained hard. I looked at satellite view of the weather around Louisville - a whole lot of red. Not good. Put rain gear on and expected the worst.
I had 100 miles to Louisville. The black cumulus clouds billowing in the distance created a feeling of dread. The entire sky was dark the whole way up to my destination. If only I had skipped the back roads - I may have avoided all this. But the gods were with me - only a short slight rain the whole way up .... 50 miles to go ... 40 miles to go. I am so very close now. 20 miles then 10 miles to go ... I may make it after all without the thunder and lightening.
I had dodged a bullet. As fate would have it, I turned on my bike's radio and what was on it? Riders on the Storm by the Doors. OK. It gave me the courage to travel into this potentially awful mess. Me and the ghost of Jim Morrison (appropriate if you know about Jim Morrison) riding off into The End.
In Louisville. It is one of the oldest cities west of the Appalachian Mountains. It looks it. That makes its renovated Fourth Street (big bight lights and every conceivable indicia of gaudy commercialism known to man) stand out. Fourth Street, next to the decomposing surroundings, was somewhat of a let down. The sight of a drunk homeless person sitting under the flashing Jim Beam sign, on a dreary raining evening, was not exactly inspirational - to me it was sad.
Off to Springfield, IL.
I had 100 miles to Louisville. The black cumulus clouds billowing in the distance created a feeling of dread. The entire sky was dark the whole way up to my destination. If only I had skipped the back roads - I may have avoided all this. But the gods were with me - only a short slight rain the whole way up .... 50 miles to go ... 40 miles to go. I am so very close now. 20 miles then 10 miles to go ... I may make it after all without the thunder and lightening.
I had dodged a bullet. As fate would have it, I turned on my bike's radio and what was on it? Riders on the Storm by the Doors. OK. It gave me the courage to travel into this potentially awful mess. Me and the ghost of Jim Morrison (appropriate if you know about Jim Morrison) riding off into The End.
In Louisville. It is one of the oldest cities west of the Appalachian Mountains. It looks it. That makes its renovated Fourth Street (big bight lights and every conceivable indicia of gaudy commercialism known to man) stand out. Fourth Street, next to the decomposing surroundings, was somewhat of a let down. The sight of a drunk homeless person sitting under the flashing Jim Beam sign, on a dreary raining evening, was not exactly inspirational - to me it was sad.
Off to Springfield, IL.
Not every city can be a Savannah! Maybe dreary in Louisville, but I was should be bright and sunny or tomorrow. Safe rides
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