BOBBY AND THANE TACKLE THE TRANSAM Day 13; Hindeman to Booneville

Day Thirteen Thane’s Blog: aiint much fuurrter

Monday May 13, 2013, 70 miles (113 km) – Total so far: 735 miles (1,183 km)

We said good bye to our host David this morning around 7:45 am. The morning temps hovered around 38 degrees as we headed toward Boonsville. We had been informed that because of major road construction we had to go off the current mapped course and onto what was the “old transam route before they changed it”. Although it added miles to an already long day I am so very thankful to have taken the path once traveled.Shortly after we began our day, as Bobby and I were actually commenting on the fact that it is so cold you can see your breath we were treated to an Elk sighting. Miraculously I was able to bust out the camera in time to capture a couple of the cow elk crossing the road directly in front of us. Unfortunately, the big bull that was tending his harem was too smart and turned around and booked it back into the woods before I could get his photo. Apparently the old boy is camera shy or he had not had enough time this morning to get all gussyed up for photos.Today’s cycling adventure can really be broken into three separate sections. Beautiful white noise, fucking expressway chaos and last but not least, beautiful bird noise. Ok class, get your #2 pencils and white paper out because there will be a test at the end of these three discussions. Discussion #1………. At 8:30 am after conversing with the mayor of the tiny town of Dwarf Kentucky about politics that centered around a bobble head doll of Barrack Obama that he busted out of his car as we chatted he informed us that the mountain climb started right here! About 45 minutes later it ended. 8-10 % grade with the incredible sounds of birds and small streams flowing down on either side of me.

As I found the rhythm to master this mountain it sounded like a symphony around me. The beautiful white noise of the previous mountain climbs with their supercharged rivers flowing wildly down the mountain had been replaced. Today, on this glorious day it was a symphony of birds.

All too soon, our route dumped us onto a major highway for the better part of an hour. To be absolutely truthful with you, this type of cycling is everything that curdles my stomach. I would honestly rather cycle up Mt. Afton or the hellacious beast of a climb near Hayters Gap than cycle one mile on that highway again. At one of our convenience store stops for food I asked the extremely overweight teenaged boy standing behind the counter eating friend something or another and washing it down with two bottles of mt. dew about the 36 miles of road that lay between us and our destination for the night. He said, “weeellllllllll thers three kindaaaaaa big climbsss tween heerr and tharrrr. Ainttt nottt lik thaatt themmm muntiaanns u jus commm over thoo”

Unfortunately he was wrong. Too many friend chicken legs washed down with a drink so high in sugar it would get a crack head off had clouded the poor kid’s perception. As we came down the third major climb on this road, one right after the other right after the other I was two dudes sitting in a pickup truck alongside the road.

They were in what appeared to be a work truck but I can assure you they were just burning some of the boss’s time up as they inhaled the fine tobacco products clutched tightly between their fingers. Working on a way to get out of work is a damn tough job. I shouted out to them and asked them how far we were away from Boonsville. The driver who wasn’t driving anywhere just replied……… “ aiint much fuurrter”. He obviously couldn’t see we were on bicycles and the road pointed up for the next 5 miles. Aiint much fuurrter my ass! Tomorrow we make tracks for Berea. Our only day off the bikes so far consisted of a dangerous ride through a pouring rainstorm and a stressful day of trying to convince the good folks at Verizon that shipping a replacement phone to bobby via carrier pigeon is a bad freaking idea. We are thinking the town of Berea may be stuck with us for one extra day. Time to give the body a rest and catch up on some blogging maybe

Day Thirteen Bobby’s Blog: The best things about a detour.

Monday May 13, 2013, 70 miles (113 km) – Total so far: 735 miles (1,183 km)

I do think the highlight of the day was when we pulled into Dwarf KY and spotted a bunch talking in front of the post office. We were looking at a detour around a section of 80 that was under construction. So we wheeled on over to chat. What a great bunch of guys. As the chat went on they began to drift off one by one till it was just Thane and I and Dave who they introduced as the mayor of Dwarf.

We were just kinda jokin and laughing when this guy comes up and says well Dave looks like you finally found a democrat to talk to. I said he sure has and Dave slips over to his Smart Car and comes back with his Obama bobble head and starts shaking it at the guy. Now I did not expect this and when I could stop laughing I told Thane that this is why we are doing this tour. These times I will never forget.

We made it safely to Booveville and Linda’s Victorian Rose an awesome place and Linda is fantastic.

Breakfast at the Historical Society. Dave is an exceptional host.

Breakfast at the Historical Society. Dave is an exceptional host.

It was a little nippy out Thane has his oatmeal eating gloves on.

It was a little nippy out Thane has his oatmeal eating gloves on.

Our new friend Dave and Obama.

Our new friend Dave and Obama.

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Better keep an eye on the stock for these babies. She is gonna spike in the next two months.

Better keep an eye on the stock for these babies. She is gonna spike in the next two months.

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this guy wanted to sell me a quart of oil for my chain.

this guy wanted to sell me a quart of oil for my chain.