When I left Cookeville this morning it had just rained... but it quickly cleared up and I-40 was dry... cool, let's go!
Things were going just great... and then I ran into another one of those 'ville' towns in Tennessee...
Knoxville.
I HATE Knoxville!
This is the third time that I've been through this town on my motorcycle and EVERY TIME I come here it takes me over an hour and a half to get through this stupid town.
I'm sitting on the east side of Knoxville right now waiting for the stupid traffic to clear up a bit (it's bumper to bumper, wall to wall, "I could walk faster than the traffic is moving", kind of speed)
BTW, I learned a new phrase today... "Bust a Shoulder". And no, I'm not talking about any of my body parts... and no I did not have a wreck.
It beats me why anyone would make something usable that is obviously needed... but forbid people to use it.
There it was, just like it was made for me... a driving lane with nobody on it!
So I did what any sensible motorcyclist would do... I gently slipped onto the freshly paved and totally empty shoulder of the road. I crept in low gear past rows and rows of cars. Wow! I might just get through Knoxville in under one and a half hours!
Things were moving along just fine like this... must have passed up a hundred cars. (doing no more than 25 mph, mind you)
Then, ooops! What was that brown and yellow car I just passed? Uh Oh... Not good form.
The State Trooper was stuck in traffic just like everyone else. Seeing his vehicle as I was about to pass him, I quickly put on the brakes hoping he hadn't noticed... I had stopped just short of his vehicle.
Too late...
He waved me up to his driver's side window and rolled it down...
"Don't 'bust a shoulder'" he said. "...get over in the slow lanes with the other slow moving traffic".
Busted!
When he said it, I really didn't know what he meant... but I do now!!!
I didn't get a ticket... just an education and the removal of any trace of relaxation I had while driving.
Time to get off the road and eat lunch.
Oh well... guess I'll have to try reading a book next time I come through Knoxville.
More later...
Things were going just great... and then I ran into another one of those 'ville' towns in Tennessee...
Knoxville.
I HATE Knoxville!
This is the third time that I've been through this town on my motorcycle and EVERY TIME I come here it takes me over an hour and a half to get through this stupid town.
I'm sitting on the east side of Knoxville right now waiting for the stupid traffic to clear up a bit (it's bumper to bumper, wall to wall, "I could walk faster than the traffic is moving", kind of speed)
BTW, I learned a new phrase today... "Bust a Shoulder". And no, I'm not talking about any of my body parts... and no I did not have a wreck.
It beats me why anyone would make something usable that is obviously needed... but forbid people to use it.
There it was, just like it was made for me... a driving lane with nobody on it!
So I did what any sensible motorcyclist would do... I gently slipped onto the freshly paved and totally empty shoulder of the road. I crept in low gear past rows and rows of cars. Wow! I might just get through Knoxville in under one and a half hours!
Things were moving along just fine like this... must have passed up a hundred cars. (doing no more than 25 mph, mind you)
Then, ooops! What was that brown and yellow car I just passed? Uh Oh... Not good form.
The State Trooper was stuck in traffic just like everyone else. Seeing his vehicle as I was about to pass him, I quickly put on the brakes hoping he hadn't noticed... I had stopped just short of his vehicle.
Too late...
He waved me up to his driver's side window and rolled it down...
"Don't 'bust a shoulder'" he said. "...get over in the slow lanes with the other slow moving traffic".
Busted!
When he said it, I really didn't know what he meant... but I do now!!!
I didn't get a ticket... just an education and the removal of any trace of relaxation I had while driving.
Time to get off the road and eat lunch.
Oh well... guess I'll have to try reading a book next time I come through Knoxville.
More later...
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