Moonshine
Day 2
Friday
I slept in at the Sleep Inn in Louisville, KY Friday morning. With the memory of chilled bones so fresh in my mind, I wasn't eager to get an early start when I woke up to a 35 degree temperature outside.
The sun came out strong and the temperature raised to 42 degrees by the time I left the motel at 10am. Driving down the freeway into Louisville, I realized that I probably wasted at least an hour -- it was quite comfortable riding down the road.
I was excited to be in the vicinity of Recreonics (aquatics supply business). In a previous life, I had worked very closely with some of these people and was looking forward stopping by to surprise them with a Fleeter visit. These are all loyal Fleeter Log followers.
Just a couple exits down from Recreonics is Churchill Downs. You can tell that they are gearing up for something BIG. You may have heard of it...the Kentucky Derby!
I drove the perimeter looking for some race horses out stretching their legs, but no luck.
But I did see lots of stables where it looks like there should be some horses around somewhere.
A friendly security guard let me come in long enough to take a picture of Fleeter with the backstretch. I thought it might be pushing it to ask him to open the fence and bring the starting gates around for my photo.
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This reminds me of a "horsey" story. A few of you may already know this story, but most of you do not.
Once upon a time, many years ago in the time of the Civil War, there was a spy running around them hills of Virginia spying for the Confederates. HER name was Belle Boyd. Her HORSE'S name was FLEETER. When I got my Fleeter in the summer of 2005, I started my fleetering around in "them there hills" of Virginia.
So I named my faithful steed Fleeter.
...and I feel certain that Belle Boyd's horse was a ... black horse.
So now you know the story of Fleeter's namesake.
Leaving Louisville, I continued west into Indiana.
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Driving down this road, I had the sensation of "carnival time" and it took me a bit to figure out why.
You see I thought I could smell funnel cake. There would be a hint of funnel cake smell, then it would go away. It could be that I hadn't eaten yet today so I was dreaming of food. But those that know me, know that this wouldn't be my dream food of choice. But a few miles up the road, I figured it out. I came upon a traveling carnival caravan. And there it was ... the source of the sweet smells ... the sweet tooth concession on wheels. Sure enough, once I passed it, no more funnel cake smells wafting my way. I could probably come up with a creative story about these photos, but I'll just leave it up to the reader's imagination.
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Yes, Virginia, there is Santa Claus...Indiana. ZIP 47579
Time to get the first NPS stamp of this outing...
Lincoln Birthplace National Memorial visitor center.
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Getting close now... I arrive at downtown Casey, Illinois.
When I get to the hotel, I see that I am not the first to arrive, but neither am I the last.
Riders will continue to roll in the rest of today and in the morning...just in time for Moonshine!
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