The Original Recipe

Call it serendipity. Call it fate. We call it lunch. Today, while driving through Kentucky, we saw signs for the home of the original Kentucky Fried Chicken and its accompanying museum. Food and a museum in one place? Excellent!
Call it serendipity. Call it fate. We call it lunch. Today, while driving through Kentucky, we saw signs for the home of the original Kentucky Fried Chicken and its accompanying museum. Food and a museum in one place? Excellent!
Dodgy's journeys have not been the easiest, and with each mechanical trial arises a new quest: to find a mechanic that will actually fix Dodgy's problems. For most people, a matter of a broken brake light or air conditioning unit is simply remedied by a trip to the nearest mechanic, yet Dodgy has already visited three mechanics. After the second explained that our business was not worth the time and effort it would take to find replacement parts, he referred us to a shop specializing in car electrical work. Despite both the mechanic calling ahead and us scheduling an appointment to drop off the car, we found ourselves cajoling Mechanic #3 to take on the project.
Some days just seem rough. Try as one might, it seems like nothing can quite go right and the world is conspiring to derail what one has invested so much time and sweat to achieve. As Robert Burns observed in…
As an individual with genteel sensibilities, I am not usually accustomed to stand idly by while people beat each other up. That being said, I guess it's less of a matter for concern when people pretend to slam opponents on their backs. So, in the interest of partaking in the cultural events of this region, we attended WWE Summer Slam in Nashville, TN.
In continuation of our disaster theme: backyards exploded. People ran into the streets to stare. It was another, 4th of July in Tennessee.
Driving a car that is over 30 years old almost guarantees that something is going to go wrong.
Finally, a day that is not completely on the road. After front loading a large amount of our travels yesterday, we enjoy a light travel day from Columbia to St. Louis.
Look, earthquakes I grew up with. I get that. Even hurricanes I've learned to live with. But tornados? Thats something different that I do not understand. I think they have sharks in them and they take you to Oz?
Day 2 in Wyoming was just a continuation of delightful traveling from Rock Springs, on down highway 80. There continued to be new and exciting rock formations interspersed with grazing cows. For all the boot shops and references to cowboys, Wyoming can be quite refined.
WE LOVE WYOMING. This has been (aside from highway 1) our favorite stretch to ride. Rock formations flank highway 80, making scenery watching of greater interest than getting from point A to point B. Also in Wyoming's favor is that it isn't as mind meltingly hot as California, Nevada, and Utah. Still, we were in a rush. We stayed in Rock Springs for little other reason than we were too tired to make it to Lincoln.