After a great nights kip I hit the road at 10 am sharp. I was starting to feel a few aches and pains now. Being sat in the same position on the bike for nearly 6000 miles was taking its toll.
The cruiser pegs I got from the Oregon rally worked to some degree, enabling you to stretch your legs out but I dont think any fancy seat or position set up would have taken the aches away. Just getting old eh
After a very steady hour on the bike I reach Lynchburg county. The JD distillery is well sign posted and very well set out.
My first surprise was that they don`t charge for the tour
About 8 of us went round and got a very thorough presentation from a chap that had worked there since the dawn of time.
At face value the place hasn`t changed for about 75 years but as you get deeper into the tour you see state of the art technology controlling all the systems.
If you like Jack then this is a must as the whole site reeks of the stuff.

Even if you aren`t a fan then its well worth the visit.
After the tour I headed into Lynchburg itself and found a great little diner in the town square.
There are signs all over saying that Lynchburg is a dry county so don`t even think about asking for a beer here.
Must be the personification of Irony
Sat in the diner in the corner was the town sheriff and a brace of his deputies with him. To look at him you could have easily thought you had gone back a 100 years. Huge tash which would have shamed Magnum PI. into going smooth. Denim Jacket with his badge proudly placed and a revolver on his hip that resemble the tool in this thread.
http://www.ukgser.com/forums/showthread.php?t=255607
Quite enjoying the people watching in this tourist free diner I spy a guy in his forties and his VERY young Thai wife.
He was clearly a local guy as everyone had a few words to say to him.
On leaving he spied his old school teacher who must have been 90 if she was a day enjoying her brew and a piece of Pie.
He stops past her table and introduces his new bride.
The woman briefly looks up and says "Couldn`t you have found a nice local girl rather than head off to god knows where to get her".
The whole diner cringed (except the Sheriff who gave an understanding nod). He smiled awkwardly and ushered his filly out the door.
The joys of age and not giving a shit what you say eh

Lunch was a very Traditional piece of meat loaf and local sides.
Another key thing I noticed about the place was that the diner was a shrine to the local kids that had served in Iraq ad Afghanistan.
Pictures of them when they where kids and when they where serving side by side.
Even a collection bin with recommendations for bits and bobs to send them out there. Never noticed anything like that in the UK.
I left Lynchburg with a smile on my face and I was glad I was doing the trip off the cuff without a strict plan as I wouldn`t have visited half the places I had been to without a recommend from some random I bumped into.
A few more hours on the back roads of Tennessee and I find a cheap little motel ($50 with scran ).
There was a very old fashioned washing machine that was the size of a JCB and did my well needed doby.
I took the laptop to the bar across the road and started organising my pictures for a while.
I could see the end of the trip in site now and like I said before was starting to feel a bit weary. I decided that a day on a beach would recharge my batteries and got the map out to see were I could head to.
Mileage: 5800
Start: Thunderball, Tom Jones
Finish: Golden eye, Tina Turner