Postmortem

The day after I returned to Atlanta my dad's truck was stolen from right in front of our house. I spent pretty much the entire time he was on the river — six weeks — retrieving it from the junk yard where it was towed after it was found, without wheels, about two miles away. And having it repaired, of course. In late August I drove up to Greenup, Kentucky and pulled him out of the river.

We stayed in Elizabethtown that night — excellent Thai food for dinner — and the next day he dropped me off a bit south of town, from whence I rode down to Bowling Green. The ride was great until the last ten miles. This stretch of highway had been ground up to the point it was like riding on a giant cheese grater. There were no lines on the road and at one point a friendly state patrolman stopped to tell me I was going to get killed.

I didn't get killed, but instead arrived in Bowling Green late in the afternoon, where I showered and changed in my extremely cheap and crappy motel room. I walked downtown with the intent of seeing a baseball game, but it turned out I had my dates mixed up, and there would be no baseball. So I ate dinner at the bar of a restaurant nearby, had an interesting conversation with a history professor and his wife, drank too many beers, and staggered back to said motel for the night.

The next day it was pouring rain and lightning flashed through the sky. I figured if rode that day, I would get killed, so I called my mom and asked her if she'd come pick me up, which she did.

And so to this day my bike sits in her attic. When I will ride it again I do not know. I'd intended to ride down to Florence, Alabama this past Christmas and carry it home on our roof rack, but the weather conspired against me. Probably some time early summer I'll get it done. And then I think I'll hang it up for a couple years, until at least one of my kids is ready to do a significant stretch of the Natchez Trace with me.

Until that day, I thank you for tuning in. I invite you to review my dad's ordeal at http://rivermeister.com and to keep an eye on my various doings at http://superflet.ch. For now, farewell and good travels.