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I scheduled the “Sunday Wander” RCCS ride for this morning. The ride started at Coffee Affair near LaGrange Rd. That’s an 18-mile ride for me to get to the ride start location.
I left home around 6:00am. Tim had other obligations and knew he wouldn’t be able to ride, but met me in the Highlands intending to ride with me until the ride start, then turn back, but he suffered some issues with his headlight, and turned back early.
As I got further from the city center the temperature dropped. My upper body was warm enough with compression shirt, wool sweater and a jacket, but my feet were quite cold, and my legs needed a little more protection than the single pair of tights I was wearing.
After taking Westport Rd most of the way to I-265, I headed south on Freys Hill Rd, enjoying the low-traffic route near Tom Sawyer State Park. Then via Evergreen Rd, E Osage Rd, and Lucas Ln, made my way to Old Lagrange Rd then a quick ride to Coffee Affair.
Coffee Affair is a shop I’ve never been to. I found it using Google, just trying to locate a coffee shop near the edge of town that would be good for a Oldham County ride. I discovered this morning, that Coffee Affair has gone out of business.
They still had the sign up, so I waited for any other potential riders to show up. Patrick had told me last night that he was out. He was rather sick. I knew there was a good chance it would be a solo ride. Around 8:10, I resigned myself to that solo ride.
After pulling out of the shopping center, I cut through some neighborhood streets that took me to Reamers Ln, which becomes Old Floydsburg Rd.
I came upon a rather interesting church and graveyard surrounded by an old stone wall. I really like stone walls.
After travelling a while on Mt Zion Rd, my route had me cutting through a neighborhood that connected to another neighborhood by a single street. I looked at the “street” in satellite view on Google Maps, and it’s what Tim and I refer to as a “not-road”. It looked to be a passable road.
Next to the “not-road” was a water tower, and apparently the “not-road” is emergency access only.
I wasn’t going to go around or climb the fence, so I rode the two miles back through the neighborhood and to Mt Zion Rd. My GPS told me I could continue on Mt Zion Rd to Payton Ln and be back on track.
The sun was high enough in the sky to warm me. I had begun to sweat under my jacket, so I removed that. Although my legs and feet were still chilled, when I’d get into a sunny area, the sun felt wonderful on my legs, even through the tights.
There were signs of spring everywhere. Plants were budding, I inhaled a swarm of gnats, and fields are being prepared for planting.
I decided to see the other end of my “not-road” to see if it was blocked also? It was. 500 feet (or so) of gravel and two fences separated me from my earlier location. I noticed the padlock said something about the fire department, so I’m guessing that’s easy access to water to refill the trucks.
I quit dawdling over the “not-road” and continued on course. There were some wonderful low-traffic rural roads to be enjoyed.
Cruising down Fible Ln brought me to a large pond/small lake nestled in the hills.
I was briefly on Mt Zion Rd again where there is a bridge over a stream, but the roadway ends right over the stream, with no guardrail.
I continued southeast on Hanna Rd, eventually crossing another stream.
The ducks flew off as I approached, but came back after a few minutes of silence.
The bridge was also useful for hiding under for when “nature calls”. My route had no store stops, so you make do with what you can.
Shortly after leaving the bridge, three cyclists passed me on Hanna Rd. They weren’t going terribly fast, but fast enough that I wasn’t going to keep up. I waved and they returned the gesture.
I soon crossed from Oldham County into Shelby County.
On Aiken Rd (KY-362) traffic started to pick up a little, but scenery was still quite rural.
I continued along Aiken Rd. Gently rolling hills allowed me to fly down one side of a hill, then use the momentum to mostly get up the next one. It was quite a bit of fun.
I have a soft spot for old rural churches.
Shelby County has a new park. It opens later this year. It seems to be horse-orientated, so I don’t have much interest.
I continued following Aiken Rd all the way to Ash Rd. I’m getting close to Louisville Metro. Oh, there’s a women’s prison.
There were no store stops on the ride. When I got back to the shopping center where I started, I was famished. There was an Asian restaurant, Double Dragon, that was open, so I ate an order of beef and broccoli.
Feeling better, I decided to head straight down LaGrange Rd. That worked fine until the road narrowed. I still followed it. I had a better but longer route set in the GPS, but I was ready to go home.
LaGrange Rd changes names a few times, but eventually is replaced by New LaGrange Rd on one side of the railroad tracks, and LaGrange Rd on the other. I stayed on LaGrange Rd which had slightly less traffic.
I eventually cut north to Westport Rd via Lyndon Ln / Herr Ln and took that all the way to Chenoweth Ln to stop for coffee.
There were a few cyclists at Heine Brothers’ Coffee on Chenoweth. I assume they started a ride there earlier, and some were finishing up. One guy took a good look at my bike and complimented me on it.
I was going to head in on Frankfort Ave, but a cyclist new to the area asked where Cherokee Park was. I had him follow me down Willis Ave and PeeWee Reese Rd until he knew where he was. He’s lived here for two months, living in St Louis previously. We talked a little about St Louis and bike touring, but I didn’t catch his name.
We went our separate ways in the park. I noticed from high up on Park Boundary Rd that there were a ton of people hiking in the woods, swinging out over the water of Beargrass Creek, and some even walking in inches-deep water.
I took my time on this ride. I was riding alone and had no time constraints. I managed to get in 70.7 miles for the day, and still have time to do housework when I get home. Yes, this was a satisfying Sunday.