Distance - 120 miles!
DAANG! I know what you're thinking America, 120 miles is FAR! You are right, and we are tired. And by tired I mean our bikes are tired, we don't get tired. But speaking of deceiving roads, we tacked on some extra distance this morning when Madisonville tricked us into taking a wrong road. Our sharp, inherent genius manstincts quickly led us to correct this mistake, and be on our way. Madisonville and we aren't speaking any longer.
We stopped in Central City (which is in fact not in the center of the State, Country, County, or any other entity we could discern), because Sam has an addiction. It is similar to my addiction to gambling, but his is to 32 oz gatorades. He has between 30 and 40 gatorades a day, and sometimes he hits me. I've started drinking gratuitous amounts of 32 oz gatorades too so he will like me more. Help.
In Beaver Dam we stopped at a Dollar General because there was an add for a six pack of Mountain Dew(dragon) for only $1.50. And it's not like we needed 3 Mountain Dews each, but come on this is a once in a lifetime deal.
We cruised along the "Kentucky Scenic Byway" until lunch, which I'm not so sure was particulary scenic, but I have to say there is significantly less roadkill than in Missouri, which is where all the turtles and armadilloes go to die in the road. We ate in Rosine at the general store, which claims the origin of bluegrass music. I'm not extremely educated on the history of bluegrass music, so I don't want to offend anybody with the claims of Rosine, but bottom line is that bluegrass is a big deal there. And the town has like 50 people. And a delicious cheeseburger. We consumed a healthy amount of pistachios from the Townsend care-package, and turned green.
After lunch we passed through Do Stop, Kentucky, but did not even think about stopping. This is a protest tour, not a do-what-the-city-tells-you-tour, gol. In Leitchfield Sam cured the craving with 32 more ounces, and I rigged up the bike saddle 4.0.2 with a shamWow and a shirt rubber banded to my seat for extra cusioning. Come on I've been sitting on that seat for 36 days now, gettin a little sore!
After the break we pressed on the last 30 miles to Munfordville, and panicked when we realized it was getting too dark, so we sprinted the last 13 miles and no cars could catch us and we were fine. Sam pointed out that we could have made it to Munfordville earlier if we had jetskis for the Green River. We are considering getting jetskis and strapping our bikes to the back for the future. Then when we're not on the water we'll strap the jetskis to the back of our bikes.
Munfordville was closing down when we rolled in, but we scored drinks and food at an IGA that was still open (with a righteous deal on Powerades), and settled in the city park. There were at least 4 raccoons vandalizing seperate trash cans in the park when we got there. One gave me the stink eye. I threatened him.
After we finished making dinner in the picnic shelter, a lady rolled up in a truck. She asked us if we had seen her ex-husband, becuase she was stalking him. We gave her all the information we could, and she gave us a pack of baby wipes and 3 pre-soaped paper towels, and her phone number "in case we needed her to pick up anything from town for us". How bout that Southern hospitality? She also told us to watch out for the Klan, and the crazies, and left us. Uh oh.
Now when people ask us where we're going and we say Virginia, we have to specify that we've already come from Seattle, so we don't look like whimps. We're getting extremely excited for the homestretch and all the hospitality waiting for us just past that sweet Virginia state line!
Our schedule for the remaining days:
6/25 - Somerset, KY
6/26 - Hazard, KY
6/27 - Abingdon, VA (!)
6/28 - Blacksburg, VA
6/29 - (around) Buena Vista, VA
6/30 - CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA
7/1 - King William, VA
7/2 - YORKTOWN!!!!!
ShamWOW!
Love, Aaron
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