BIkes and Bourbon

I'm in Georgetown, KY (Kentucky's Treasure), hanging out with my good pals, the Dr. and the Honorable Mrs. Dr. The country is beautiful here, rolling hills and horse farms and whatnot. Yesterday was a bike-free day for me. It's important to take a rest day when you're training as hard as I am.

I'm not really a bourbon drinker. But when in Kentucky I went to Buffalo Trace and took a tour lead by someone's adorable grandpa, Fred. That man knows his bourbon. I learned that this distillery got around prohibition by making 'medicinal' booze, that 'bourbon' doesn't actually have to be made in KY (but more than 95% is), and the material, size, & color of the warehouse where barrels are aged have an effect on how the booze turns out. There are so many details that need to be attended to- it's really impressive.

Medicinal

The hole in the side of the barrel is called the 'bung hole".

Stored bung holes up

Small batch hand bottling and labeling line.

 

Today I tried to go for a ride, but I got stuck. Literally. I got rolling early enough that the beginning part of the trail was still frozen. The part that was shadowed by a hillside. As soon as I rounded a corner into the sun I hit the stickiest mud I've ever encountered. After a little more than 100 feet of trail my bike looked like this:

The wheels completely stopped rolling. Oh well. Tomorrow I'm headed south, where I hope to find drier trails.