My daughter stayed with her dad Saturday afternoon freeing me up for a few hours. My main activity was turkey hunting. For the last two weeks, I’ve checked all the stores around me looking for my favorite brand of turkey breast. Finally, today some of the seasonal products showed up at my local supermarket. I felt very successful until I heard on the evening news that people were reporting being ill after eating turkey…and that wasn’t a particular brand, processing center, or store. Salmonella can be killed with thorough cooking, so will put the oven up a few more degrees and cook it just a tad longer than recommended this Thanksgiving.
Back home I redressed and left for a short bike ride…it was only 8.6 miles and nothing that interesting, but other than my subdivision, it’s the only safe place I can ride from my house. The main road out this way is called Bardstown Road, a four-lane divided highway. I rode on Old Bardstown Road, the two-lane road many people in this end of town took to go to their grandmas’ houses in Bullitt, Nelson, Washington and Marion Counties before the new one was built. There is almost no shoulder and because many new housing developments have been built off Old Bardstown Road, there is often a lot of traffic.
I don’t rush well, so the ride was a little stressful. Mainly, because I’d gotten a late start and the sun was already low in the sky, but also because I didn’t want my daughter to have to delay her plans for the evening. At least I was able to knock out another ride.