1. Wendy and Dennis Price.
1. Wendy and Dennis Price.
2. Connie preparing for her first bicycle ride since breaking her arm on June 4.
3. The next table ordering at Sherry's Country Kitchen in Hiseville, Kentucky.
4. Steve, Connie and Ray prepared for the day's bicycle ride. Steve had the shirts made especially for this trip. Photo by Jim Poore.
Last Modified on 9/8/97 at 5:10:24
Day's Narrative: Today we left to ride (photo 4) with Dennis and Wendy Price (photo 1) near Canmer and Hiseville, Kentucky. Steve publishes a magazine in South Africa called "Supermarket & Retailer" and had the bicycle shirts made especially for this trip. These roads we rode on were beautiful, gently rolling country roads on the edge of the Kentucky blue grass area. Before we left Connie, tried her first ride since breaking her arm June 4th. (photo 2). She did great! Later we had lunch at Sherry's Country Kitchen in Hiseville (photo 3). It was a great ride and I am envious of them having such beautiful and traffic free roads to ride on. Tomorrow Steve and I will meet my cousin JoAnn and her husband Howard Spratt for breakfast at 6:30 and then Steve and I will set out for Russell Springs. [Connie] I was well armored, rode a bit and didn't fall. It was so hot and humid today, I didn't feel the risk of trying to do more was worth it. I need cooler weather, a large lot-like, traffic-free area, and more guts for a real test of my abilities. The riders took off and I remained behind exploring the cemetery bordering the Price's land. The interplay of individuals with surnames of three or four families could have been a James Michener novel in the making. We met successfully for lunch, then parted riders and driver and headed back to the Price's. After several routes around Melinda's Tomatoes Farm Stall which I didn't remember from the trip out to Hiseville, I adjourned myself to the Three Springs Church parking lot at the juncture of an original turn toward Hiseville and consulted the map. As I was doing so, I heard the sound of running horse's feet and a clattering buggy. I looked up to see an Amish buggy "flying low" with it's horse flat out running, not trotting. The buggy sounded as though it was not doing too well and the route around the curve made it look as though the buggy might turn over. Two young men were probably on the way to getting into trouble for running the horse. Contemplation and inspiration led me out of my "bewilderment" and I was on the road again, this time making the the proper turns to get back on the right road to the Price's. I finally pulled up through the open gate which indicated that the bikers had beaten me back, but not by much. I got pretty bewildered, but with the map was able to get back to the right place. We loaded three bikes on the bike rack and got back to the motel for a quick shower and change. We stopped to say our good-byes to Maybelle McCombs and Bob and Doris Cloar as we left for the drive out to JoAnn and Howard Spratt's river retreat for a farewell dinner. This was a real Kentucky dinner with my favorite huge, sweet, Kentucky tomatoes, fried apples, and Howard's special country ham. Fantastic food, great company, a warm fire and starlight, moonlight, and occasional firefly light accompanied by a crescendo of insect and amphibian music, briefly interrupted by the gunshot sound of a tree falling on the other side of the river, will remain as a warm memory of special time spent with loved ones. Onwards and upwards tomorrow and back into the old routine. © Ray & Connie Poore, 1997
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