My Impressions about Cycling in Kentucky - Not Good at All !

Let me explain. I have never been anywhere in the world (including 36 countries I’ve visited) where people yelled at me, called me names, and told me to get off the road so often. It seemed as if over half the people in Kentucky never learned any road decency toward cyclists at all. Of course, I met a few very nice people, but rarely, if ever, did any of them understand the bicycle laws of the state.
What are they? A bicycle has exactly the same rights as a car on the highway. Since there are no cycling trails, bicycles must use the roads. That requires that drivers must be extra tolerant when they see a bicycle. Only one “angel” escorted me across a long busy bridge.

Lunchtime on the Ohio, Henderson, Kentucky

Right: House decorated for the
Harvest near Corydon, Kentucky

Below: Harvesting the Corn

Right: Oil Well in Kentucky
Below: Perhaps “My Old Kentucky Home”

Amish in Marion, Kentucky

Vultures on Lake Barkley
(Sometimes they roost in trees and not on the road.)

You gotta love fishing to buy a mailbox like this one.

Below:
Blue Bridge over the Cumberland River

Barkley Dam - on Lake Kentucky

Goodbye Kentucky - Hello Tennessee !