Distance: 80someish miles?
Sorry for not posting in several fortnights, it's tough to find both sufficient time and internet access these days... but who cares, this is the RLPT!
Back to the land of Kentucky.... we left Munfordville in the pretty morning fog. Did you know that nowhere in the tourism brochure do they mention the especially large number of "crazies and klan members"? Weird. I was especially hungry since a raccoon came in the night and stole the pound cake I bought. He even threw my fork on the ground. What a jerk, I think about him every time we pass a squished raccoon on the road, and hope it's him. Whatever, I'm tired of talking about it.
We went toward Greensburg, and almost got obliterated by a passing cement truck which was unnecessary and kind of scary. When we made it we stopped at a grocery store with the very same truck parked outside. Aaron and I discussed beating the driver up and throwing him in the mixer, but then decided that 25-to-life right after college is kind of a waste. You get off this time Mr. Cement Mixer Guy, just don't try anything like that when I'm old and grumpy or it'll get ugly.
We pedaled on through the green hills of Kentuckyland until we hit Colombia, a charming town with a rather large roundabout situation around the town square. The surrounding buildings all had curio shops and local restaurants; I thought it was pretty sweet and wished more American towns had giant traffic circles with no lines painted on the street. And yes that is a semicolon. Naturally we explored the small-town flair by hitting a Subway because we still have free Subway money!! Following a record-breaking sandwich challenge, the RLPT rode to a public library where we internetted and updated this thing!! Aaron had to lure me away with a 32 oz Gatorade, which was of course a successful operation, but by that time it had been three hours since we first stopped...yikes!
We pedaled our faces off the rest of the day since lunch took several geologic ages and paused only briefly to pursue the dragon and punch the Eastern Time Zone in the face! Naturally a thunderstorm whacked us but Aaron's dragon-infused powers kept it mostly at bay, and we had an almost dry ride into Somerset. We stayed at a Regency Inn "Curry or Cigarettes, Choose your Scent" which was probably a good idea, since severe thunderstorms came through and totally bombarded the area later that night. We rolled over the Golden Arches having learned nothing from West Yellowstone, and loaded up on burgers and television. And then Michael Jackson died. Pretty eventful I'd say.
The rest of the posts will unfortunately have to go up after we're done, sorry. So many good things to tell though, stay posted!
As we near the end, we are pretty thrilled to hit our destination. But they say the journey is the reward, and it's totally the truth! Gotta run and grab Bodo's, RLPT out!
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