Offroad
Road warrior
Although, I have become used to salads, since I've eaten one almost everyday for the last 2 years ;-(
Live to Ride...Ride to Eat
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the Ferret
Road warrior
Stichill_imp said:
:rofl: that's an awesome quote Stichill
emptysea
Road warrior
Upper 90s and humid today. Found this little roadside stand for a little refreshment on my commute home. 
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misterprofessionality
Road warrior
SCCBrider and I did a short RTE today, about 100 miles round trip to Edisto Island to enjoy some food at the Sea Cow Eatery. I even had the wife on Pillion. It's nice when CBs get together.
I did not take pictures of the food, so i swiped some off of yelp to give an example of the food that was had on this RTE.
I did not take pictures of the food, so i swiped some off of yelp to give an example of the food that was had on this RTE.
Definitely.misterprofessionality_imp said:
Aussieflyer
Been there
What are those green and red things doing on your plate of fried deliciousness?
:rofl:
See above.
See above.
Stichill_imp said:
Aussieflyer
Been there
A good friends view on the very healthy, tasty and colourful food that salad is ... "that's not food, that's what food eats!" :huh:offroadfx4_imp said:Although, I have become used to salads, since I've eaten one almost everyday for the last 2 years ;-(
Stichill
Road warrior
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Headed out on a food ride to celebrate US Independence Day. My general destination was Bardstown, Kentucky but I did not plan a route. I set the GPS on "Find a thrilling ride" and off we went.
First stop was breakfast at the Farmhouse Grill in Owenton, Kentucky. The place is run by some nice women who could be your wife, mom, daughter, or sister. Wonderful people.
Ribeye with fried eggs, hashbrown potatoes, and a biscuit for less than USD $10. Plenty of carbs for energy and protein for endurance. Downed two glasses of Diet Coke for hydration. It was already starting to feel hot outside and the temperature was going to keep rising throughout the day.
When it's hot, I like to stick to shady roads along creeks and rivers. It can be as much as 5 to 7 °F cooler in these shaded lowlands than it is up on the exposed ridgetops.
Unavoidably, I end up back on the ridges and exposed to sun and heat. But at least the views are worth the slight increase in discomfort.
The lovely old homes of Bardstown were all decked out for the celebration.
I had thought I might get a chicken salad sandwich at the old drug store lunch counter, but alas the drug store and all the other little eateries in town were closed for the holiday. Well, good for them. Everyone deserves a break now and then.
I ended up at a regional chain restaurant in the "new" area at the outskirts of town. The calories were on the menu and most entrées were well north of 1200, so I opted for a chicken salad at 600-ish. In the past I might have thrown caution to the wind, but I've lost over 30 lbs / 13 kg / 2 st and didn't want to overdo it.
Don't know why, but I'm fascinated by railroad structures.
Stopped in Lockport for a Gatorade and an ice cream sandwich. It was really getting sweltering by mid-afternoon, about 95 °F / 35 °C.
The mighty Kentucky River was flowing strongly over the dam at Lockport.
A couple hours later, I was back home and cooling off in the swimming pool.
First stop was breakfast at the Farmhouse Grill in Owenton, Kentucky. The place is run by some nice women who could be your wife, mom, daughter, or sister. Wonderful people.
Ribeye with fried eggs, hashbrown potatoes, and a biscuit for less than USD $10. Plenty of carbs for energy and protein for endurance. Downed two glasses of Diet Coke for hydration. It was already starting to feel hot outside and the temperature was going to keep rising throughout the day.
When it's hot, I like to stick to shady roads along creeks and rivers. It can be as much as 5 to 7 °F cooler in these shaded lowlands than it is up on the exposed ridgetops.
Unavoidably, I end up back on the ridges and exposed to sun and heat. But at least the views are worth the slight increase in discomfort.
The lovely old homes of Bardstown were all decked out for the celebration.
I had thought I might get a chicken salad sandwich at the old drug store lunch counter, but alas the drug store and all the other little eateries in town were closed for the holiday. Well, good for them. Everyone deserves a break now and then.
I ended up at a regional chain restaurant in the "new" area at the outskirts of town. The calories were on the menu and most entrées were well north of 1200, so I opted for a chicken salad at 600-ish. In the past I might have thrown caution to the wind, but I've lost over 30 lbs / 13 kg / 2 st and didn't want to overdo it.
Don't know why, but I'm fascinated by railroad structures.
Stopped in Lockport for a Gatorade and an ice cream sandwich. It was really getting sweltering by mid-afternoon, about 95 °F / 35 °C.
The mighty Kentucky River was flowing strongly over the dam at Lockport.
A couple hours later, I was back home and cooling off in the swimming pool.
the Ferret
Road warrior
Excellent report Stichill. Lost 2 stones huh? That's great. It certainly has been hot... And wet here.
suhawk305
Road warrior
You are tougher than I Stichill,I been on only 1 ride during this heat wave. Enjoyed your pictures and narrative. I need to get a picture of a high railr tressel my commuter train crossed over (with my CB in the picture of course).
Great report Stichill. I really like railway structures too, particularly that they don’t seem to need guard rails of any description. Not that it would be easy to make one strong enough to stop a falling train.
Offroad
Road warrior
Great Pictures! When hot, I'd almost rather have roads with shade (canopy) than curves! Too bad we don't have a map of those Lol
I talked to Empty Sea about the circle tour I'm planning about Lake Michigan the week of the 23rd and he mentioned the "tunnel of trees" I hope to ride between Cross Village and Harbor Springs MI.
I talked to Empty Sea about the circle tour I'm planning about Lake Michigan the week of the 23rd and he mentioned the "tunnel of trees" I hope to ride between Cross Village and Harbor Springs MI.
Stichill
Road warrior
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Thanks, guys. It was a great day on the bike. I've been under a lot of pressure at work and it was cathartic to not have to listen to anyone talk about any kind of problem for me to deal with and to not have to be anywhere by any particular time to do anything for anyone else.
One nice benefit of riding on a holiday in the middle of the week: virtually zero traffic. Most people stayed home to relax and have their barbecue parties. There weren't any commuters or soccer moms or school buses or bumbling box trucks or mail carriers or garbage trucks or road crews to deal with. I saw very few police either, not that it mattered because most of the time I was mild on the throttle. And I didn't see many other riders, either. Pretty much had the roads to myself except when passing through one town that I should have avoided (Shelbyville).
By the way, forgot one more photo, something possibly more rare than hens' teeth in the US: 100% pure ethanol-free gasoline. I treated the GT to some sweet 91 octane "good stuff". This was not far from Taylorsville Lake, so that explains its availability (many marine engines require it).
Sounds like a fun trip, offroad. And Cormanus: I'm still working my way through your latest adventure! I will comment at some point!
One nice benefit of riding on a holiday in the middle of the week: virtually zero traffic. Most people stayed home to relax and have their barbecue parties. There weren't any commuters or soccer moms or school buses or bumbling box trucks or mail carriers or garbage trucks or road crews to deal with. I saw very few police either, not that it mattered because most of the time I was mild on the throttle. And I didn't see many other riders, either. Pretty much had the roads to myself except when passing through one town that I should have avoided (Shelbyville).
By the way, forgot one more photo, something possibly more rare than hens' teeth in the US: 100% pure ethanol-free gasoline. I treated the GT to some sweet 91 octane "good stuff". This was not far from Taylorsville Lake, so that explains its availability (many marine engines require it).
Sounds like a fun trip, offroad. And Cormanus: I'm still working my way through your latest adventure! I will comment at some point!
suhawk305
Road warrior
Stichill, Non ethanol gas, aka: pure gas, E0 is getting more available throughout the country, except in metropolitan area like New York City. Your right about areas where you find boating and marinas.
I downloaded an app from pure-gas.org. It lists pure gas facilities by state and location. Handy when I am using my boat in different areas. My boat outboard hates corn. Here is their website:
Pure-gas.org - ethanol-free gasoline in the U.S. and Canada
The app will tell you where the closest pure gas facility is to your location.
I downloaded an app from pure-gas.org. It lists pure gas facilities by state and location. Handy when I am using my boat in different areas. My boat outboard hates corn. Here is their website:
Pure-gas.org - ethanol-free gasoline in the U.S. and Canada
The app will tell you where the closest pure gas facility is to your location.
Stichill
Road warrior
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Thanks, suhawk! 
It was a busy double-tracked mainline heading north-south on the eastern seaboard of the US. The only refuge for a human on foot was found at every third arch support, where a shallow rectangular bump-out was located that had five-foot / 152 cm walls around it. There were many occasions where I literally ran for my life to one of them. One was never more than one-and-a-half arches away from safety, but in some instances the closest refuge meant that you had to run toward the oncoming train.
The default option in the event that making it to a bump-out wasn't possible was to leap onto the other track. Which wasn't a bad option, provided there wasn't another train on it or approaching. Thankfully, I never had to jump onto the other track and always made it safely to a bump-out. The welded rails would quietly "sing" a few moments before the train appeared, so there was plenty of notice if you were vigilant. I have to say: even motorcycling cannot compare to the rush of running away from an oncoming freight train and then standing three feet / 1 m away from the thundering locomotive and rushing cars as they roared past.
In my misspent youth I trespassed on many railroad properties and rights-of-way. One of them was this viaduct:Cormanus_imp said:
It was a busy double-tracked mainline heading north-south on the eastern seaboard of the US. The only refuge for a human on foot was found at every third arch support, where a shallow rectangular bump-out was located that had five-foot / 152 cm walls around it. There were many occasions where I literally ran for my life to one of them. One was never more than one-and-a-half arches away from safety, but in some instances the closest refuge meant that you had to run toward the oncoming train.
The default option in the event that making it to a bump-out wasn't possible was to leap onto the other track. Which wasn't a bad option, provided there wasn't another train on it or approaching. Thankfully, I never had to jump onto the other track and always made it safely to a bump-out. The welded rails would quietly "sing" a few moments before the train appeared, so there was plenty of notice if you were vigilant. I have to say: even motorcycling cannot compare to the rush of running away from an oncoming freight train and then standing three feet / 1 m away from the thundering locomotive and rushing cars as they roared past.
I can’t imagine it. You’re a braver man than me.Stichill_imp said:Thanks, suhawk!
In my misspent youth I trespassed on many railroad properties and rights-of-way. One of them was this viaduct:Cormanus_imp said:
It was a busy double-tracked mainline heading north-south on the eastern seaboard of the US. The only refuge for a human on foot was found at every third arch support, where a shallow rectangular bump-out was located that had five-foot / 152 cm walls around it. There were many occasions where I literally ran for my life to one of them. One was never more than one-and-a-half arches away from safety, but in some instances the closest refuge meant that you had to run toward the oncoming train.
The default option in the event that making it to a bump-out wasn't possible was to leap onto the other track. Which wasn't a bad option, provided there wasn't another train on it or approaching. Thankfully, I never had to jump onto the other track and always made it safely to a bump-out. The welded rails would quietly "sing" a few moments before the train appeared, so there was plenty of notice if you were vigilant. I have to say: even motorcycling cannot compare to the rush of running away from an oncoming freight train and then standing three feet / 1 m away from the thundering locomotive and rushing cars as they roared past.
I do remember putting a 1¢ coin on a rail track and, after a train had passed, finding it fused into the track. I can’t think how, but I’m sure my memory is correct.
Offroad
Road warrior
Wow Stichill....that would be a rush! As with many past events, it's funny now because you lived to tell about it Lol
Pterodactyl_imp
Road warrior
Nothing like a good Aussie Pub Shnitty. Goes well with beer. And more beer. Always a favourite on a long ride.
Cheers
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Nortoon_imp
Road warrior
In the old days of wooden trestles these small platforms held water barrels in case the sparks from a steam engine ignited the creosote on the ties. No need for them on this concrete structure, so they must be preplanned for mischievous kids.Stichill_imp said:Thanks, suhawk!
In my misspent youth I trespassed on many railroad properties and rights-of-way. One of them was this viaduct:Cormanus_imp said:
It was a busy double-tracked mainline heading north-south on the eastern seaboard of the US. The only refuge for a human on foot was found at every third arch support, where a shallow rectangular bump-out was located that had five-foot / 152 cm walls around it. There were many occasions where I literally ran for my life to one of them. One was never more than one-and-a-half arches away from safety, but in some instances the closest refuge meant that you had to run toward the oncoming train.
The default option in the event that making it to a bump-out wasn't possible was to leap onto the other track. Which wasn't a bad option, provided there wasn't another train on it or approaching. Thankfully, I never had to jump onto the other track and always made it safely to a bump-out. The welded rails would quietly "sing" a few moments before the train appeared, so there was plenty of notice if you were vigilant. I have to say: even motorcycling cannot compare to the rush of running away from an oncoming freight train and then standing three feet / 1 m away from the thundering locomotive and rushing cars as they roared past.
I walked a smaller trestle when I was 10 while fishing with friends.
They would always cross it quicker and start yelling train. I was so terrified of it, I had recurring dreams about falling off of it. It occurred so often I finally said to myself during a fall "you're dreaming". I woke up just as I felt the impact of hitting the rocks in the rapids. Took a while for my eyes to adjust enough to have me realize I was in my own bedroom. Never had that dream again.
That trestle is now part of the Carleton University Campus and has regular light rail passenger trains crossing it. Sure looked bigger to a 10 year old than the photo.
