Traveling Short-Coupled on a Single

How two college boys rode away from dull care on a 30.50 single and little money

By Henry Plaisance, Photography by Henry Plaisance

We continued right into the heart of the Scenic Blue Grass Region, and now being in warmer country tarried a day near Wilmore, Kentucky, to wash-out our clothes, have a few swims in a spring-fed stream and camp awhile. We paid an interesting visit to Blue Lick Springs State Park and that night found ample shelter under the roof of a schoolhouse porch. Visits next day to My Old Kentucky Home State Park and Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Shrine, proved especially interesting. We bought a few souvenirs which we mailed home. We now entered the renowned Kentucky cave region. Truly the many caverns are very beautiful, but it is our impression that the region is over-rated, for we had seen caves in other sections certainly as beautiful and more developed for a more moderate fee than was asked in this region. However, we indulged in the expensive visit to the cave reputed to be the most beautiful and most colorful of any around, namely-Great Onyx Cave-and greatly enjoyed the trip.

Our funds getting rather low by this time, we rolled steadily through Bowling Green, Nashville and Memphis, where we dropped in at a motorcycle shop and were invited to tarry over the night in a clubhouse of one of the two motorcycle clubs in this town (thanks, Elmer), but it being early in the day yet, we figured we’d better make a few more miles. This Memphis gang is surely a live bunch of sicklers, and we were mighty sorry not to be able to stay over with them. We feared having to replace a worn-out tire before getting home and had to shorten our travelling time and living expenses to make this possible, if necessary.

Early the next morning we rolled through Little Rock and turned southward for home on our last day’s travel of some five hundred miles. We surprised our families by popping up after midnight on Friday morning September 15th, after having been gone for more than a month on our unexcelled tour of adventure.

Our little orange and black “Peashooter” seemed almost as unwilling to come home as we, but quieted down at our beckoning, and until yet stands poised, the very symbol of eagerness itself, ready upon a moment’s notice to surge up into action and off onto another trip.

By Henry Plaisance
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