Note: Sorry, but this is going to be “Louisville Pics, Days: First to Last”. I don’t have time to separate them into individual days, and really, whether a picture of a car was taken on Friday or Saturday, doesn’t make too much of a difference in your life. Enjoy!
Day 1 being Tuesday Aug. 4th.
I left home after a late lunch and decided to cross the border at Port Huron instead of Detroit. A pretty uneventful drive for the most part. It still excites me to think that I can be so far away in only a few short hours. Only a couple generations of humans have been able to travel the way we have… and I choose to do it in a loud, tiny car.
As it began to get dark, I started thinking about finding a hotel. By about 10:00, I still hadn’t decided and the miles clicked on. I don’t mind driving at night, but the thought of heading down I-71 through northern Kentucky in the dark wasn’t high on my priority list. I kept saying to myself “I’ll just get through Dayton” and then “I’ll just get through Cincinnati” and even when I did stop for a room, my GPS led me right back on the highway and told me to turn right on the on-ramp. I figured that was a good enough sign for me, so I pointed south and put the hammer down. Until the traffic jam in Cincinnati.