Life has been a little crazy. That’s part of the reason for not posting much recently. I needed a change. Saturdays are normally spent doing things with my wife. My wife was going to Danville to spend some time with family and wanted me along. I decided to ride there and meet her.
I had intended to leave by 4:00am. I wanted to leave myself plenty of time to get there. I’m notoriously bad at getting up in the morning, so I didn’t roll out until 6:30.
I was wearing unpadded baggy cycling shorts and a short sleeve jersey. It was a bit chilly heading out the door.
When planning a group ride, I avoid busy roads as much as possible. I enjoy riding along side other riders, and I can’t do that on the shoulder of a busy highway. This was a solo ride, so although I prefer quiet roads, I chose the busier roads when they saved distance.
Leaving Louisville was pretty tame due to the early hour on a Saturday. Once out on Rehl Rd, I saw a peacock on top of a house. I had no idea we had peacocks around this area.
It was a bit hazy in the morning, but it made for enchanting scenery.
I joined back up with Taylorsville Rd near Fisherville, and noticed this amusing sign.
I turned south on State Road 2278, which was a beautiful green tunnel.
It inspired me to attempt some nature shots.
I had to fit the bike into a shot as well.
I continued to Wilsonville where this derelict building caught my eye.
I kept reminding myself not to dawdle. I wasn’t feeling strong, and wasn’t making good time. I didn’t want to hurry, I wanted to just enjoy the ride, but I also didn’t want tension with my wife for not being on time.
I was now over three hours into the ride. I stopped to move a turtle out of the road. I saw two more turtles later.
Again, I was running behind, but the Kentucky countryside wanted to be photographed. This was Elk Creek Rd, which just was stunning overall. I didn’t take as many pictures there as I should have.
I stopped in Taylorsville to refill water and get more snacks. I quickly left town and was enjoying the countryside again.
When I first spotted this road, I thought I’d need to remember it for a future mixed-terrain ride. I love the gravelly, hilly, twisty road. Unfortunately, it’s a dead-end.
This cow was unconcerned with my presence.
There was a store stop in the tiny town of Willisburg. I guess it’s relatively well known by some cyclists. I’d never heard of it. I spotted five bikes parked along the side.
I had never heard of Kirk bicycles, but they appear to be a custom framebuilder. Check out the curvy seat stays.
This bike was an odd one. It’s a Rivendell Rambouillet. The bladed spokes and threaded to threadless stem adapter look very out of place on this bike.
The owners of these bikes were inside eating. I was in a hurry, and I’m an introvert, so I didn’t try to talk to them. I’m sure they saw me through the window taking pictures.
I grabbed more liquids and a snack and headed back out. I was definitely going to be late at this point.
Just outside of Willisburg, I ran into Perry. He’s touring the Trans-America from Virginia to Oregon. I didn’t get a picture, and I was quickly on my way again.
One of the better roads on the route was White Hall Rd. It was a wonderfully rural stretch.
I planned my route ahead of time and put it in the GPS as a series of tracks. Then it was simple to follow the line on the screen. I used RideWithGPS to plan the route. The mapping data comes from Google maps, which like all maps isn’t always correct.
I was approaching a left turn, but there was no road to turn unto. I was almost to Danville, but not having this turn meant I would be turning away from Danville, and I’d have to backtrack. It would add several miles to the ride.
At this point I called my wife to let her know I was going to be late. I was surprised to learn she hadn’t left Louisville yet, so I could still beat here there.
I continued southwest on US68 toward Perryville. This detour worked well. There was a corner store/gas station. I was feeling weak and needed food. I intended to buy more junk food, but they had real food there, made to order. It was almost like a restaurant.
I took some time to eat and drink before heading east on US150. The last stretch of road to Danville was not the most pleasant, but at that point I just wanted to arrive. I was exhausted.
I rode 94 miles for the day. It was a good day, but I was glad I could drive the truck home later.