I truely enjoy riding with all my pals. That said, I still have to have a solo journey every now and again. Sunday let me enjoy the best of both worlds. Let me start off by saying that I was lazy and didn’t get started til damn near 8am. Granted I had intended to start much sooner.
I fueled Doll Baby up and jumped on the interstate to run up to Owensboro, Kentucky where my pal Spydie lives. Now you must realize that I get 3150 miles of interstate driving weekly so I’m not fond of my scooter time being spent on the super slab unless there is a reason for it. Today was one of those times.
Nothing too exciting happened other than one crotchety old bastard shooting a woman the bird. I couldn’t help but laugh at this old guy. Some day I’ll get there myself. The look of pleasure he had on his face was priceless. I think he may possibly be in a gang as well seeing as he shot the finger sideways.
I need to tell ya a little about Spydie. He’s one of the nicest people you could ever hope to know. In fact he gave me a birthday present since the day is coming later this week. For the first time ever out of all the bikes I’ve ridden, I have a bell. I know this bell thing means different things to different folks. For me it will be a emblem of the friendship that I share with this man. He’s been there through the good and the dark times. In fact you can credit him and his 2003 FLHT for making me get another ride.
Our first park was Dunbar Cave State Natural Area . This park is located in Clarksville, Tennessee. Our route from Owensboro led us down hwy 81 down to Madisonville, Kentucky. It was there that we took US 41 down to Clarksville. We took a short break at the visitor’s center and plotted how much time we had left in the day. That gets back to the fact that I was lazy and didn’t leave at 6 am like I had planned. Oh well, guess I’m getting soft in my old age. Before you know it the AARP will be sending out my discount card.
Leaving Clarksville we took state hwy 13 down to Waverly, Tennessee. This is one motorcycle rode. Lots of twisties to enjoy. By now it was time to refuel and take another short break. We were only a short ride over the our next stop of the day.
Johnsonville State Historic Area is located on the banks of the Tennessee river. This entire town was moved back in the 1940′s before the river was damned to make Kentucky lake.
We took another photograph on the little gravel road leading through the park and then started our trip toward Nashville. Driving east on US 70 we passed through the rolling hills of Middle Tennessee. Before long we had made our way through Dickson and White Bluff. This ride was like damn near every ride I take in that I didn’t want it to end.
Jumping back on the interstate in Nashville we soon parted ways. I always hate to see Spydie heading off. I’m not sure how many miles he wound up with for the day, but I had 443. All in all not a bad way to spend a late winter day. I rode through two states and had both a solo journey and a ride with my best friend.
Ride Safe
Ronman
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Don’t under estimate the power of the bell. A bell given to a friend as a gift is all powerful! Gremlins will run from you.
Sounds like an awesome ride! & Happy Birthday a few days early. (muah!)
Congratulations on your newly acquired bell. I understand that it is an honor to be presented with one. The fact that it came from one of your best friends, just makes it more meaningful. Sounds like you had a great ride also. I would rather ride a nice country road instead of the interstate. But, when it is important to get from point A to point B without delay, it does the job. Ride safe. Lady R.
Sounds like heaven to me. You’re a very lucky man. I just keep telling myself, “…just a few more weeks…just a few more weeks…”
My friends can’t figure why I’m in such a hurry to get back out and do something that cost me my job and damn near crippled me. I’m not sure I know why myself. All I know for sure is, good reason or not, I can’t wait to saddle up.
Looks like another great ride!