Getting lost in eastern Kentucky -- bluegrass and fried chicken...to go.
"Success at last. Blasting through the Bluegrass State here was the height of freewheeling -- no shoulders, no paint, just the rumble of a bike and the heavy air of the South on your face. Rural Kentucky's laconic rhythms were appealing, and the farther south I traveled, the narrower 89 became."
From Motorcycle Cruiser magazine.