Touring by Yellow Cab

The Downtown Diner was the place. It was time to try biscuits and gravy. Very tasty! But I could feel the blockage. (I will take an extra Crestor tonight). One smothered biscuit was enough. The coffee and the rock and roll music made us linger for awhile.

We limped into Henderson, KY this morning where the Downtown Diner sits within sight of the Ohio River. Our 29 speed bike was reduced to a five speed as the derailleur and poorly repaired chain reduced our shifting options. But there were few hills so we were fine. Later, as we approached our next destination, Owensboro, KY, the rain returned. We kept on riding and joking and laughing – saw our first tobacco field today and recalled all the places we have eaten on this trip where we were offered the choice – smoking section or back here with the trash cans?

We were just happy to have made it to a town with a bike shop! We sloshed across the city only to learn that the shop had moved to the Wal-Mart estate out on Hwy 54. The brush backs made that section of rainy Hwy 54 some of the most dangerous riding we have endured!

Yellow cab picked us up at the bike shop. The cab was yellow but the passenger door was white. Replacement parts. The driver said that Owensboro was “the third largest city in the United States.” I glanced at Jessica. He said Owensboro was a ghost town and he wanted to move to “Atlanta, Florida.” Jessica glanced at me. Why did I trust him when he said there were motels downtown along the river that we would like? Turns out there is no downtown in Owensboro. And it is hard to find the river. Ever turn around in a cab? Notice that the meter is still running?

No matter. Our bike is getting properly fixed. We will pick it up when the shop opens in the morning. We will eat well tonight. We are safe and happy and lucky. And now dry – in the third largest city in America!