I spent the day working on my Jeep, mowing the grass, and in general just getting a lot done. I had planned to head out while the weather was still good, but time slipped away and before I knew it my kids were home from school and I was falling into my evening routine. After dinner, I decided I was heading out anyway, regardless if I was to encounter some rain (which looked to be a pretty good chance). It was my intent to go for a short ride. I fired up the classic and geared up for my ride. My motorcycle neighbor pulled up on his riding mower. I invited him along, telling him I was going for a short spin. He asked where and I said "Ummm... Brookville!". Apparently that wasn't short enough for him Hehe.... so off I went solo.
The weather was perfect. I rode out on one of my old favorite routes that I've not ridden in quite some time. I was carrying a very aggressive pace often hitting triple digit speeds in some of the more open areas. Traffic was extremely light and I was feeling really good. In fact, as I was approaching my crash scene from a few years ago, I had a REALLY strange thing happen. Almost the exact same scenario began to unfold. I was coming up upon a slight "S" curve with a short straight section just prior. I had two slow moving cars in front of me. I could easily pass them but it would have meant some excessive speeds going into the turn. I had no doubt that I could stick it. Something deep down inside was telling my brain to flip the throttle and get it done. But I fought the urge and held back. It was dejavue, except this time I made the right decision, stayed out of the ditch, and kept my skin. I have no doubt that I could have made the turn, but I felt this was a far greater accomplishment.
The ride to Brookville was great. But instead of turning around and heading back, I started exploring. No GPS. No maps. Just a camera. I think this is where most of the words of my story ends, and the photos begin. I'll let them do most of the talking.
Brookville Lake, Eastern side overlook.
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Old Franklin United Brethren Church, 1831. I stumbled onto this really cool church and cemetery with several statues.
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Fairfield Causeway, Brookville Lake.
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Really old stone bridge (decommissioned) North of Cedar Grove Indiana. Notice the trees growing on it.
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Continued....
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