Coming up Bilko`s rear

Not on the road until 11 am as I was nursing a hangover that would have killed an average man:)
I left Memphis with several million less brain cells than I arrived but some very fond memories and a desire to head back there and spend a few days soaking up the place.

The temperature was already over a 100 and the riding gear was just my North Face shirt with regular stops to fill up the camel back.
One of the band the previous night noticed I had a liking for a Mr Jack Daniels and when he found out I had no schedule to follow suggested I visit the Distillery as it was " just up the road".
I stuck Lynchburg Tennessee in the sat nav on shortest route and headed that way.
After a first class Lunch in the route 64 diner where the owner insisted on smoking a cigar that resembled a chair leg I hit the road again.
 

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When I left my lunch break in Pulaski I realised that it was going to be a rush to visit the distillery today so found some back roads and decided to take my time getting there. I made my mind up to explore central Tennessee a little and hit Lynchburg the following morning.
I cant say for sure exactly where I was but I started to Notice old civil war cannons at the side of the road with plaques telling you about a battle that took place there.
After a few more miles I stumbled across a civil war cemetery and decided to stop in.
This was one of the most interesting detours I took and spent a good few hours taking in the place.
Hers is a Link
http://www.nps.gov/shil/index.htm
 

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Another hour or so on the road after the cemetery and passed through a town with a very interesting monument on the side of the main street.

Apparently, the town had sponsored it during the time it had been in service.
 

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I decided to spend the night near by as any place that would sponsor a Cobra gunship couldn`t be all that bad,,,,,,,,,,,,,,surely?:D

I found a super 8 motel with a pool and a steakhouse across the road. What more do you want after a hot sweaty day on the road!

After a long swim I hit the steakhouse and was greeted by my waiter who was from Ipswich on a soccer scholarship. After the surprise of meeting a Brit tourist in his little town he made 2 recommendations.

1: "have the chicken wings, they are kick ass"

2: "Don`t go to Kentucky. They are all in-breads and I will get gang fooked by a bunch of hill billys".

The rest of the evening was spent drinking beer and learning how to dance to live Blue Grass Music. ( I`m still none the wiser).

I took my waiters sage advice on board and really enjoyed the chicken wings.
As for Kentucky ?????????????????????

Mileage: 5575
Start: Fade to Black, Dire Straits
Finish: Little bit of Love, Free
 
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:D

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:eek:

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.:beerjug:
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:D
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
 

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Really excellent read. - Yes I am a new 'boarder line stalker' who has only just found this thread :D

Now lets see if I can narrow your previous line of work down, from some of your words and situations :augie

* Attracting the wrong sort of conflicts, "try to keep it to only 3 Mr Bond" (Army/RM) :hide

* Doby (RM/RN?)

* Fussy duck (Army/RM?) A very good former friend of mine, who was an Army PTI guy, taught me this.

* Iraqi (Army/RM?)

* Gay references (Army?)

So which is it then :rolleyes:

How about sum other beer drinking games also that you may know also:

* Hey Harry tell 'Arry ?
* Spoof - You could fund your road trip this way :nenau

Keep the reports coming fella.......

Graeme ;)
 
Quick tip

I have come from the sky and therefore have conquered fear!


Will continue in a couple of days, very bust right now.:thumb2
 


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