DAY ONE: Friday

The day started one hour later than I had planned, but the sleep was good. I pulled out at 8:00 AM and headed up Hwy 111 to and past Cookeville, TN. This is a straighter shot up through KY to catch I-65 North of Nashville at Cave City, KY.

All was well: the weather, the bike, my heart. And breakfast in Sparta, TN.

Then I had an adventure:

Somewhere about 30 miles below Glasgow, KY I pulled in to fill the tank. I heard a bad scraping of my rear brakes. Nuts. Worn out brake pads. Why didn’t Southern Honda in Chatty notice this when they put a tire on? Nuts, nuts.

I got off went inside and googled a motorcycle dealership in Glasgow; there were several. I headed for one (right on my route, by the way). They had the pads, but they said they were too covered up to put them on! I asked who could; “Will can do it.” Who is Will; he runs a bike shop 5 miles back up the road. Anyway, they called Will; he said he could do it; so I went to see Will with the pads in my luggage. About 20 minutes later they were installed; he charged me $15.00. Whew, God must love me today. (Of course He does, idiot.)

This is the bike on the rack. Cool guy, Will.

I stopped in Cave City for gas and to look at the weather because I knew there was a rainy front I had to pass through. It was just ahead; so I put the rain gear on and hit I-65 N. Sure enough. Not hard rain, but hard wind. I could only stand it for about an hour; then I stopped to look at the radar. By my calculations the front would pass where i was in about an hour; so I finished reading a Dorothy Sayers mystery.

Got back on the dry highway; traveled through Louisville; and arrived in Seymour, IN for the night. Capped it off at Cracker Barrel (grilled catfish, hash browns, salad, and baby carrots).