LBL > Nashville (home! but not finished)
Once I was done eating, I asked the clerk of the store what the next town was and how far away it was. He said "Kaydis" and about 20 miles. I said thanks and rolled on extremely confused because the only town anywhere close to that that I saw on the map was one called Cadiz. Cadiz is also a big town in Spain pronounced "Cahdeez" and it took about 15 minutes of thinking about it to finally understand the Englishism debacle.
Herndon doesn't really classify as a town, I don't think. It was more just an intersection of two country roads. But I stopped at the Herndon Market LLC to get a snack that would last me till Clarksville. Well, I thought I smelled burgers outside and when I went in, I figured out where the smell was coming from. Right there. And I really wanted one. So I got one. It was dark inside and the only thing happening was that the husband was watching some infomercial program on a tiny, old tv. His wife was manning the grill, but until I got there, there were no other orders. Both of them looked generally unhappy but the burger was pretty good and I made sure to let her know that. I asked for a local map and eventually the guy found one after looking all over the place. I was finally able to figure out where I was and the best route from there to Clarksville.
The elation withered pretty quickly though because Clarksville is kind of shithole. I apologize to anyone who likes it there. Ft. Campbell Boulevard was way too busy to ride on, especially when you're bike is heavy, slow and wide. The entire town is there to support the Army base and that's it. It's not a pretty place. I did like watching all the planes and helicopters take off and land from the airport though. I really just wanted out. Once I got through the old downtown part and started leaving the city, things mellowed out but very slowly. Alt Route 41 paralleled I-24 for a very long time and it was kind of annoying to see that, knowing that all those cars were going to get to Nashville hours before I would. I still liked having people around though.
Every once in a while I'd crest a big hill and be able to see Nashville in the distance. Of all the times that the ride seemed like it was going to last forever, this was easily the longest, most agonizing one I guess because I so desperately wanted it to be over. I thought I was never going to reach Davidson County, or the city limits, or any road even close to my house.
BUT! I made it. I had just enough time to shower and drive immediately to the airport to surprise my parents. Total SNAFU though, because they took a cab home not expecting me to be there. Haha, when my parents got home, my dad thought the car had been stolen. Oh well. It was just nice to be home and see some familiar faces. The best part? I didn't have to wake up in the morning and get on my bike. :D