Neither had we since May. That would not do.
Thus the need to ride the GRiSO to Whitesville, Kentucky, over this past Memorial Day weekend to get that itch scratched.
Kathi drove the Mini as a sag wagon with enough tools for depot-level-maintenance if needed. But, as has always been the case with the GRiSO, it ran like … well, fill in the blank with whatever simile pleases you. I prefer several that get The Look from Kathi.
Anyway, it was a grand trip. I rode some stupendous roads in Virginia, W.V., and Ky., and Kathi and I met for the overnights along the way. Great fun.
Aside from mutton — yes, an acquired taste
— we also enjoyed the travel and, especially, revisiting Daviess County, where I spent most of my early life, and seeing some of my “U.S. family" there.
Thomas Hagan came to Maryland from Ireland in 1662. The Great Catholic Migration of the late 1700’s led the Hagans and 200 other families from Tidewater Md. to central Kentucky — and the bourbon many of us enjoy today!
Better farming in western Kentucky drew them to Daviess County in the early 1800’s. The rest is mutton … I mean history. :-)
I think it especially poignant (and serendipitous, as we did not know this when we moved to our present home in Virginia) that my third great grandfather, Thomas Clark Hagan, was born in 1793 about 10 miles from our Winchester home, and died in Whitesville in 1875. What a journey his life so literally was!
Enough musing; it’s mutton and moto time.
So, if still reading, see the pix here: Muttoning September 2018
P.S. If it’s already snowed where you are, and your riding days are over for the season, you might even look at prior mutton runs.
See, e.g., Mutton Run 2016 & Mutton Run May 2018