THU 6/10 -- Bardstown to White Mills KY (59). A pretty easy ride over mostly gently rolling countryside. Rode with Hugh all day -- who produced no dramatic events whatsoever! Spent the night at the W.M. Christian Camp, where we were denied access to the pool (apparently so as not to pose a risk to the kids). Oh well. Nice showers, a big pavilion with ceiling fans, and a clothes dryer, so there was much positive as well. We went out for dinner in quaint little Glendale KY courtesy of Ken, a friend of Dawn and John's, and an original 1976 Trans-Am-er.
FRI 6/11 -- Wh Mills to Utica. This was a long, hard ride, mostly NOT due to the 83 miles, or anything especially
challenging on the road -- it was the heat, and the thunderstorms, and the flat and broken spoke I had about 20 miles in. Despite the thunder and lightning and the gathering ominous clouds, and despite my urging that he dump me and move on before getting caught, my buddy Hugh hung with me for an hour-and-a-half thru the spoke and flat repair (massively assisted by Steve) and the deluge that followed.
We did the repair in the driveway of an apparently unoccupied house, and, after confirming that fact by knocking on the door, and getting zero response, beat a retreat into the open garage to wait out the inevitable oncoming storm. Just before it hit, Hugh decided that it would be prudent to answer a call of nature before being trapped indoors, and so stepped out of the garage to relieve himself. Well. The old man inside the house couldn't hear knocking on his door, but was finely attuned, it seemed, to the sound of someone peeing on his lawn. Rap rap rap rap rap on the back door window. "Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing in my garage?" he shouted thru the (closed) back door. I went up to the door and tried to explain, but I never got thru to him -- I don't think he could hear very well. So I ducked back into the garage (it was really pouring by then), expecting to see the law pull up at any moment. But they never did, and eventually it stopped raining, and we left. Sorry, old man -- we didn't think anyone was home, and we just wanted to get out of the wet.
FRI 6/11 -- Wh Mills to Utica. This was a long, hard ride, mostly NOT due to the 83 miles, or anything especially
challenging on the road -- it was the heat, and the thunderstorms, and the flat and broken spoke I had about 20 miles in. Despite the thunder and lightning and the gathering ominous clouds, and despite my urging that he dump me and move on before getting caught, my buddy Hugh hung with me for an hour-and-a-half thru the spoke and flat repair (massively assisted by Steve) and the deluge that followed.
We did the repair in the driveway of an apparently unoccupied house, and, after confirming that fact by knocking on the door, and getting zero response, beat a retreat into the open garage to wait out the inevitable oncoming storm. Just before it hit, Hugh decided that it would be prudent to answer a call of nature before being trapped indoors, and so stepped out of the garage to relieve himself. Well. The old man inside the house couldn't hear knocking on his door, but was finely attuned, it seemed, to the sound of someone peeing on his lawn. Rap rap rap rap rap on the back door window. "Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing in my garage?" he shouted thru the (closed) back door. I went up to the door and tried to explain, but I never got thru to him -- I don't think he could hear very well. So I ducked back into the garage (it was really pouring by then), expecting to see the law pull up at any moment. But they never did, and eventually it stopped raining, and we left. Sorry, old man -- we didn't think anyone was home, and we just wanted to get out of the wet.
There's more to the day's story, but this post is plenty long, so I'll save it for later.....
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After reading your last couple posts, I'd like to nominate Hugh for the 'Persistence in the Face of Adversity' award. - David Lyon
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