One of the problems with PEDs is that the sudden increase of average speed, from a recreational 13 MPH to a Hermetical 19.5 MPH risks drawing the attention of WADA. Struggling to keep my speed low today, I stopped frequently and snapped lots of pictures for your viewing pleasure.
First stop, about 7 miles from my house, is Floyds Fork, a bit swollen and muddy from the T-storm last night. The city is planning on incorporating this into a greenway/MUP that encircles Louisville. It's a great idea if they can get it funded.
I move on to Fisherville, which has one post office and a baptist church. Rumors are they store weapons at the church but no one has ever shot at me so I don't worry about it.
This is the beginning of the Slow Climb to Nowhere (tm). Heading east on Rt. 148, it averages maybe 2% or so but goes on for several miles. I always get dropped here on group rides.
The great thing about the slow climb is when you get to the top of it, there's nothing. No shade, no houses, just a spectacular vista of a field. They usually grow corn here, but this year something else is going up. Maybe Wednesday weed? I'm from the city. All the plants look the same to me.
The reward is that there is about 6-7 miles of road that no one travels on. I saw one cyclist and two cars on this road today. The locals say the corn should be knee high by the fourth of July. It's already taller than I am, thanks to lots of sunshine and nocturnal rain.
There are banks of these orange flower thingees all over and they've been in bloom for at least two months. Anyone know what they are?
There are scores of farms on the ride, and lots of stables. Here is the alpaca farm, and even the pinhead alpacas have better sense than to get out in the sunny 90 degree weather, something that could not be said of the cyclist. Just up the road was a farm for Icelandic horses. They always give me the stink-eye. I'm not sure why.
At mile 30 I stopped at Hatmakers for a Coke and some snacks. It sounds nasty but they are high in protein.
This is the Pope Lick trestle. Legend has it that Goatman lives here. I've never seen him but if he exists I'm confident he would ride a 'bent.
My last stop was at the Starbucks for another Java chip frappachino. It's cool that I can cycle from the boonies to civilization in just an hour.
I guess that's it.