The Luke Road waterfall is so peaceful this early Sunday morn ride before work. Although, I am forced to pepper spray a dog a few minutes before getting to this meandering paradise.
Brrrr! The water is cold. I take off my biking shoes and walk to the other side for a pic of my bike up against the waterfall.
Does the shot work? Or is it all wet? Did I mention that the water is cold?
I see many beautiful fall colors during my ride before work this early Wednesday morn, Oct. 21. Here at Corinth Christian Church at Skinnersburg and Glass roads I snuggle my face and camera into a groundcover of reds and yellows to take a pic of a glorious King of the Road.
I revisit this abandoned Rogers Gap Road home near the railroad tracks before work this early Sunday morn, Oct. 25. This home intrigues me. I can't help it. Maybe it's the 10 AM lighting.
Experimental shot of the waterfalls along Luke Road. It's my attempt to "sheet" (careful now) the flowing water by keeping the shutter open a long time and using a small aperture. Weird, huh? I think I need to play with the ISO. Oh, well...back to the drawing board.
Here are more pics of the waterfall along Luke Road. I wonder what kind of fish live in these waters? Smallmouth bass maybe? When I was a boy I would catch Smallmouth in north central Michigan's Muskegon River. My maternal grandparents had a cabin on 40 acres of heavily-wooded land along the river. I would catch bass, northern pike, perch and sucker; my grandfather would clean 'em and my grandmother would fry 'em. What a feast! What memories.
Bike 20 miles to Sadieville and back, Sunday, Oct. 18 late afternoon/early evening. Creeks are still carrying a lot of water. The creek paralleling Luke Road near Davis Road has some pretty waterfalls. Turn up the volume.
More homemade signs at the Finchville pit stop. Some are on garbage containers.
Sign as I approach Louisville. Soon after this I turn off onto a pretty country road which leads to quiet residential streets funneling me into the finish line at E. P. Tom Sawyer State Park.
Finally arrive at the last pit stop in Finchville before Louisville. I see these wonderful homemade signs posted on a fence. I ask about them. Pit stop-helper, Marybeth, tells me that scouting families created the signs.
I strike up a conversation with a lady who works at Louisville's Norton Cancer Institute hoping she can answer a question that no one else has been able to answer. How did the Ride To Conquer Cancer land in Kentucky? (We and California are the only states that have the Ride.) Why Kentucky? She answers that the Canadian-based Ride organization wanted to expand its cancer-fighting efforts to America. It discovered that Kentucky has the highest cancer rates in the U.S. due to smoking and coal mining. It's a dubious honor but the Ride represents one more thing being done to defeat cancer.
Sunday's lunch stop in Mt. Eden. Never knew there was a school for horseshoeing. Today is cooler than yesterday. We've been fighting a headwind the entire way. Nicholas is waiting for me at this stop. It's the first time I've seen him on the route.
Lunches are tasty and filling. Some bikers, including me, accept ibuprofen for the aches. Blankets are handed out to those who are cold.
Friendly dog who gets to know some of us. I see a lot of dogs along the route. Not one dog chases me.
Heading for the last pit stop in Finchville. All the creeks are swollen. So much water. The blue thing hanging around my chest is the harness for my camera. I stop here to take some pics of the river. My stop instantly turns into an unofficial pit stop for other bikers, Ride volunteers/staffers and my cruising son, Nicholas.
One of the many signs pointing the way back to Louisville 75 miles away early Sunday morn.
Sign at Headley Whitney Museum advertising Georgetown photographer Steve Hockensmith's photo display of Spanish Mustangs. Lynn and I went opening night. The man knows how to use a camera! We bought his book.
There are a lot of colorful jerseys.
Pit stop in Lawrenceburg.
All pit stops have people cheering the bikers. Seems like a small thing but it really helps.
Our own animated Kathy Kenimer, runner-up in the Area Humorous Speech Contest, demonstrates how she stopped a funeral procession in downtown Carlisle, KY.
Our own Ashley McGlone, winner in the Area Humorous Speech Contest, pleads with parents not to give their sons girl names.
Our own Mike Key, winner in the Area Table Topics Contest, explains why New York state health workers should not be required to be inoculated with the flu vaccine. Photos courtesy of my wife, Lynn.
First pit stop Saturday about 15 miles out of Louisville. Pits stops are well organized and well stocked with snacks, drinks, toilets and even medical. Pit stops are situated approximately every 15 miles along the route. I'm impressed with the entire Ride operation--coordination, helpful, cheerful support volunteers. I notice the riders come in all shapes, sizes and ages. Many of the overweight riders are strong riders.
End of the line for Saturday's 82 mile ride is Masterson Station Park, Lexington. Riders are entertained by the Beatles-playing Rigbys and wolf down some wonderful catered Mexican food. There is Pale Ale beer too.
Kitty Cat never misses an opportunity to hog the glory. She is taking a peep at my 1st place trophy for winning today's Toastmasters Area Competition Table Topics at the Lexington Public Library. Competition was brutal. I advance to next Saturday's Division competition. Georgetown Royal Toastmasters' Ashley McGlone won best humorous speech while Kathy Kenimer grabbed 2nd place. Not bad for the newest Toastmasters Club in the Area. 
A golden aura for my trophy.
Toastmasters amongst the chairs. (Stars weren't out yet.) More pics forthcoming.
Three hundred seventy five riders gather Saturday, Sept. 26, 8 AM at Louisville's E.P. Tom Sawyer Park for the start of the first Kentucky Ride to Conquer Cancer. We are treated to an excellent catered breakfast. Speakers remind us what the Ride is really about--the fight against cancer. I'm feeling pretty calm about things. I'm not nervous. I've trained hard for this and I'm ready for it. My only regret is that my son Nicholas can't ride with me because of his July bike accident. But he's a trooper and joins the supporting pit crew for these two days. He stays out late Friday night marking today's 82 mile route from Louisville to Lexington with yellow Ride to Conquer Cancer signs. He doesn't get back to our Galt House motel room until 11 PM.
A group of selected bikers escorts a riderless bike affixed with a yellow flag. This bike represents all those souls who have lost the fight to cancer. The yellow flag is also seen on the bikes of cancer survivors riding in the Ride To Conquer Cancer.
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