
I love Kentucky. The people are friendly, and they drive so much better than the distracted drivers in Michigan. Saturday we headed to Tennessee to the Norris Dam State Park. What a beautiful lake. We had great weather that day.

Sunday headed to Bardstown to see the oldest bar in Kentucky. These 3 ladies sang happy birthday on our phone to our friend that had to drop out at the last minute.

At one stop this guy comes over and asks my friend about his Indian. My friend told him it had 50,000 kilometers on it. The guy responded "Hey, you're in America" with some southern twang. I laughed out loud. And repeated it all weekend every time they gave the weather in celsius.
The roads were beautiful, the people were kind. On Monday it was time to head home. We left at 8 am with the temp at 35 degrees, after getting the frost off of the seats. I hate driving through Ohio. Seems Cincinnati, Dayton, and Toledo are always crowded with trucks and construction. We made it through Cincinnati with barely a slow down. Went through Dayton without feeling it. Toledo we buzzed right through. Only gas stops, I did have an ice cream sandwich around 1 pm. I AM on a Goldwing and Wayne likes to point that ice cream and Goldwings go together. Finally back in Michigan, and I-75 goes from 3 lanes to 1. At least I think it does. We were so far back I couldn't see any hope. We paddled for a while in stop and go and took the first exit. I broke off so those two could reroute to the border and I straight up to my home. Finally got on the 275 expressway and bam, it's under construction and back to stop and go. The construction really dampened my mood. All 4 days, the Russell started to hurt after an hour on the road. I kept waiting for it to break in, and it just hurt. It looks good, feels good when I sit on it, but after an hour I'm squirming badly. I have a used Russell on my FJR and I love it. This one was built for me, same pattern and material, and it kind of ruined my trip. Add in the construction and the traffic everywhere the last two hours, and I told my wife when I got home "I think I'm just going to be a motorcycle owner, not rider".