Took the Tuono for a little backroad jaunt today. It is my Sunday preference to cruise through the countryside, taking in the sights, sounds, smells, and twists of this great country. Many choose to sit in solemn presence; stuffed with the traditions of recited psalms and prayers talking about the beauty God has created while faint traces of formaldehyde waft between the wrinkles. I however choose to roll the throttle, breathe the rush, and dive into the curves blessed to this countryside rather than sit and converse to walls and ears about the trinity. My faith is not judgmental, but simply more pertinently absorbed when out in the world experiencing it first hand, rather than listening to the talk and pomp of regulated services.
This particular thunder crashes itself on the shores and banks of spring flowers and bluegrass, shuddering with the passing of an Italian twin and it's roar. Every twist is mine, taken with a grin and left behind in memory for the next time I need a quick release and escape from the city. I ran through the countryside and the woods, with fields of tobacco and spring flowers grinning from the sun to match the smile on my face. Kentucky's countryside is gorgeous and the roads are superb.
I made my way through bourbon bluegrass country passing the Wild Turkey distillery and countless old relics of abandoned dreams and businesses long since past. I particularly love old buildings and with them littered prevalently throughout Kentucky's back roads; it's easy to stop, listen, and take pictures of a time past.
Sunday morning rides work best for me as the majority of the populace are experiencing themselves in church, leaving the roads open and free of nearly any traffic. It's easy to be quickly lost, carving through the backroads with complete freedom and it has become one of my favorite times to ride.
Here are some pics from today's Sunday funday!
Wild Turkey distillery on the hillside.
I'm not a botanist, so I don't know what these flowers are, but they were lining a road I was traveling on for quite a while. Anyone admit to knowing?
I really liked this field of flowers, only wishing some of the pics had turned out better.
I really enjoy shooting derelict old buildings.
Good news, working people of the world! I've found where all our tax money is being stored instead of being used to benefit the country! It's inside this 'Taxpaid Storage room' on a bum-ville road in central Kentucky.
The route (more or less)