Day 3 Louisville to Nashville
Posted by Christopher Burks on Thursday, May 21, 2009
Under: the trip
I am sitting oh so comfortably on a couch in a quiet Nashville home and loving every second of it. So this chapter starts with me waking up in a freezing ice box of a tent at 6am. I roll over and eat the rest of my left over pizza from the night before do a few complaints to my self about how cold it is out side and then quickly put my clothing on. The night before I remembered that the bathroom had a few funny things about it and I needed to so badly get a photo of it… I think the photo that im going to show at the end of this post will tell the story better then me.
If you have ever been so lucky to be able to drive over the bridge that goes into Louisville from Indiana you will know how much of a beautiful sight it is and how scary it can be… now imagine doing it on a scooter (fun and scary yup). The drive to Nashville was not all that bad, 180ish miles. The scenic back roads, the country mountain sides, the relaxed pace that everyone had about them made me love Kentucky. I met some nice people along the way, ran into a nice guy at a gas station who passed me about a mile back. He started talking to me asking me if it was a comfortable ride “absolutely not” I told him. He told me of a gel pack that I should try to get for my seat. So today im going to call around Nashville and see if anyone has a gel pack.
While about 100 miles or so left to go I got hit in the face by what felt like a scorching hot poker but I am sure it was only a wasp. Damn thing hurt it got me right where my helmet strap wraps around my face so when it got stuck there it started stinging the hell out of me. So after a minute I was finally able to find a drive way to pull over and look at my face it had just started to swell up and it was actually bleeding (and yes I took a photo but the swelling got bigger after the photo when I was driving again.)
So I reach this gas station just inside of Tennessee, this is when I met a nice lady working behind the counter I share whit her my stories of what I have so far and tell her what I am doing. Then I tell her about my face and why I was holding the cold water bottle over my cheek. Being so nice ( what I have come to know as just plane southern nice) she tells me of a remedy I can do by putting wet tobacco over the sting and then she finds that she has a medicated swab for insect stings. We made some more polite conversation and then like the other guy at the other gas station I am wished a safe trip and told to be careful. This is why I love the south, truly caring people.
After my sore but was just about ready to give out I finely reach Eric and Brittney Daltons house, Friends of mine from about 9 years back. They are letting me rest here for a couple of days in probably what was one of the most comfortable beds ever. Last night they took me out to a place called Beyond the Edge. I can only begin to tell you how happy this made me. First of all I was starved, second there beer selection was amazing and yes yes yes they had beer from the New Belgium brewery and no I did not have a flat tire I had the 1554...yummy. But most important I was happy because I got to spend this time with friends I have not seen for years.
I don’t know what the next few days are going to bring but I will be in this city till at least the end of memorial day.
Grace and Peace,
Christopher
Yeah someone is giving me mixed signals.
it was a cold, cold night.
just some proof that they love their horses.
It was beautiful but....
... scary
If you have ever been so lucky to be able to drive over the bridge that goes into Louisville from Indiana you will know how much of a beautiful sight it is and how scary it can be… now imagine doing it on a scooter (fun and scary yup). The drive to Nashville was not all that bad, 180ish miles. The scenic back roads, the country mountain sides, the relaxed pace that everyone had about them made me love Kentucky. I met some nice people along the way, ran into a nice guy at a gas station who passed me about a mile back. He started talking to me asking me if it was a comfortable ride “absolutely not” I told him. He told me of a gel pack that I should try to get for my seat. So today im going to call around Nashville and see if anyone has a gel pack.
While about 100 miles or so left to go I got hit in the face by what felt like a scorching hot poker but I am sure it was only a wasp. Damn thing hurt it got me right where my helmet strap wraps around my face so when it got stuck there it started stinging the hell out of me. So after a minute I was finally able to find a drive way to pull over and look at my face it had just started to swell up and it was actually bleeding (and yes I took a photo but the swelling got bigger after the photo when I was driving again.)
So I reach this gas station just inside of Tennessee, this is when I met a nice lady working behind the counter I share whit her my stories of what I have so far and tell her what I am doing. Then I tell her about my face and why I was holding the cold water bottle over my cheek. Being so nice ( what I have come to know as just plane southern nice) she tells me of a remedy I can do by putting wet tobacco over the sting and then she finds that she has a medicated swab for insect stings. We made some more polite conversation and then like the other guy at the other gas station I am wished a safe trip and told to be careful. This is why I love the south, truly caring people.
After my sore but was just about ready to give out I finely reach Eric and Brittney Daltons house, Friends of mine from about 9 years back. They are letting me rest here for a couple of days in probably what was one of the most comfortable beds ever. Last night they took me out to a place called Beyond the Edge. I can only begin to tell you how happy this made me. First of all I was starved, second there beer selection was amazing and yes yes yes they had beer from the New Belgium brewery and no I did not have a flat tire I had the 1554...yummy. But most important I was happy because I got to spend this time with friends I have not seen for years.
I don’t know what the next few days are going to bring but I will be in this city till at least the end of memorial day.
Grace and Peace,
Christopher
Yeah someone is giving me mixed signals.
it was a cold, cold night. just some proof that they love their horses. It was beautiful but....
... scary A lot of beautiful back country roads
ouch! bee sing and me squishing my face.
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Have you ever wanted to do something so great, that the word adventure does not even begin to describe it? I want to change the world and I can’t do it from behind a desk or in one town, I must travel. I have a restless heart, a poets soul, an insatiable desire and a wanderers spirit.
I will set off at the end of April 2009 on a journey of my life time. My ultimate mission of this journey is to change the world, even if it may be just a little change. I will be 28 with only the road ahead of me and my scooter driving me on. I don’t have a set plan on how I will achieve my mission, but I believe that the basics of making the world a better place is loving your fellow man like you would want to be loved, giving help to the people that you can help and striving to help the ones out of reach.
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