Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to
Home sweet home! After much anticipation and long talk about home it all comes down to this one short easy day. After saying our goodbyes to the 2 riders we met from Ohio (good luck and safe travels) and expressing our many thank yous to David (Boss of Radcliff Electric who generously opened his lake house) we hit the road early for our triumphant entry into Elizabethtown. At the early onset, Chaz and Wade somehow took the incorrect road and were off course for several miles until we met back up with them on the outskirsts of Eastview. It was quite refreshing to see the Hardin County sign always representing a clean county.
At about the same time, we met up with Austin Howell, former WKU Spirit Master and alumni who joined us on our entourage into Elizabethtown. Austin way to be a good sport on that mtn bike, you sure set a comfortable pace. Let me know anytime you wanna hit the streets again, hopefully by that time you would have purchased a road bike. On the way on highway 62, we were later met by Matthew Coolidge and Olivia Hamilton (younger sister of Cameron), two young experienced riders who out rode us by several miles per hour. After passing Cecilia we decided to pay a tribute to Tyler’s grandfather Barrett Cumming’s grave, the individual who this ride is originally inspired for. We took a moment of silence and Tyler said some words on his behalf. It truly was an inspiring time for us all. Shortly thereafter, I passed my high school, Central Hardin High School cheered Go Bruins one final time then ended at the Pritchard Community Center a few miles up the road. Bob, thanks for putting that possum out there for us as we entered the parking, it was quite comical and smelled sweet. Ahh……family. The moment of seeing some of my family after many days has finally arrived and they all still look good and pretty as ever. As I entered the parking lot I was first able to give my grandpa a huge bearhug and a menacing handshake as we always have in the past however this time there was a bit of weeping. Following my grandpa came my grandmother, mom, aunt, and then my high school golf coach (Thanks Coach for showing up it truly means alot and it was a wonderful experience catching up for the short bit, I will always count you as part of my family). The whole moment with my moms side and dads side of the family was one in which I will never forget bringing smiles across my face for several hours afterward. Snapping several pictures came next then after visiting Bob’s shop across the street and signing his famous cycling wall, I headed home. Ahhhhh…..Home is always a refreshing word to pronounce.