Nashville fucking rules.

I packed up the tent and all my gear. I think I got up at 530 and left around 830. If you know me, I have no desire to wake up at 530, but this trip gives it a purpose and I could do it everyday if need be. Today there was a sound that sounded cross like a train and a bike with mountain bike tires going up a hill, but all morning. I'm guessing it was an animal. I had an awful time sleeping, as I didn't have a sleeping bag and woke up wearing my somewhat wet motorcycle pants, a sweater and the liner for my jacket. And freezing. I had crazy dreams all night, if you want to know, I'll tell you you weren't involved and the location was a place I've never been. Fact: I look good wearing shorts, motorcycle boots and a sweater. I talked with a guy At the campsite but I forget what because it was before my second red bull. Probably the same conversation about how can anyone make it this far on that bike and such. The truth is that the best inspiration came from a dude who traveled the country on a Ducati panigale (Google it). He had a better job that he could do at any Spot ,but still that means a lot. 

After I left I skipped through Birmingham again. I have a plan of going down south again through Montgomery and east up the boarder states. Oh also on the way towards the city there was another car with its wheels missing that wasn't there a day ago. North of  Birmingham was straight as an arrow. The only positive sign was  blasting area ahead. Nothing blew up. Until I got back to Tennessee the terrain with fabulous hills and turns oh and also signs towards whiskey tours starting at 9. If I wasn't stuck on a motorcycle that had to do over 300 miles a day I would. That's the sad part, on the first day I did almost 700 miles and there is no support. It takes so much more out of you on a bike. I see some convertibles with their top down but not enough. The only great time on the roar was as a truck was doing 90 on the highway as I followed north to Tennessee. Best free way ever. Ok stopped to see travelers landing, an old plantation/ civil war battlefield. Lingo my figured out whT was giving off that amazing sweet smell for the last 1xxx miles; the magnolia, best tree in the biz. I hung out on broadway for a bit getting BBQ and a feel for the town. So much going on, great vibe. I had to keep moving on unfortunatly to make it to Louisville to keep my mileage up to keep the days short and easy going. Riding through Kentucky was beautiful too, good roads and grand views. A couple attractions on the way such as the corvette sink hole museum and factory. There is a town called cave city too. I can only imagine that the whole state is sitting on soft limestone, great for caves and whiskey, not for stuctures. When I got to the city I saw a bit of the college town, and the. Road the highway through the center of town. It's a big city, you can see a lot of old buildings from the freeway. This is the first time I had to leave a town on a bridge, and it was kind of sad. I have left the south, back into the north. Stayed the night in a dump in Indiana across the river. Surprised I wasn't kept up by trains actually. I drank some whiskey to celebrate the generous south and was woken up by Etta James' powerful voice. I just want to go back around the way I came. But I can't.