Am arrived
Jul. 6th, 2010 05:52 pmActually, I got here two nights ago. The problem with my GPS was resolved. It seems Memphis is it's own map (the rest of Tennesse is in two big chunks, but Memphis is special). I didn't notice that, and so the poor beastie got lost trying to navigate the barren waste.
The interstate in Tenn. is the nicest part of 40 to ride, so far. Long swooping curves, short enough to feel as if one were in mild-twisties, when one is doing highway speeds. The further east one goes, the better the swooping.
I got on the road about half an hour later than I meant to; and later still than I ought have, because I was having lunch with Fidelio, in Nashville, and somehow has the distance off by about 50 miles in my head. This didn't bother her, and I got into town, called her and she told me where to go (having already; as so many have wanted to, told me where to get off). It being the 4th of July, they were closed. So we hopped in her truck, and discovered the greek place was closed too. Back to the bike and the restaurant which was open.
Decent salads, so-so ambience. It was too loud. We had a long lunch, chatted about stuff, and I got back on the road. It was much of a muchness, green trees, exposed karst, rolling hills and the winding of the road. A few troopers on the road, but my 10-over (more or less) didn't seem to trouble them and I made my way, in leisurely speed to Oak Ridge.
The interstate in Tenn. is the nicest part of 40 to ride, so far. Long swooping curves, short enough to feel as if one were in mild-twisties, when one is doing highway speeds. The further east one goes, the better the swooping.
I got on the road about half an hour later than I meant to; and later still than I ought have, because I was having lunch with Fidelio, in Nashville, and somehow has the distance off by about 50 miles in my head. This didn't bother her, and I got into town, called her and she told me where to go (having already; as so many have wanted to, told me where to get off). It being the 4th of July, they were closed. So we hopped in her truck, and discovered the greek place was closed too. Back to the bike and the restaurant which was open.
Decent salads, so-so ambience. It was too loud. We had a long lunch, chatted about stuff, and I got back on the road. It was much of a muchness, green trees, exposed karst, rolling hills and the winding of the road. A few troopers on the road, but my 10-over (more or less) didn't seem to trouble them and I made my way, in leisurely speed to Oak Ridge.