Category: Sights from the Road

Wall to Wall Murals in Paducah, Kentucky

Wall to Wall Murals in Paducah, Kentucky

After my conversation with the woman who lost her home in the tornado, I finished packing up my bike and set off for the day.

When I pulled up the waypoint listing in my GPS, one of the closest things to me was something called “Atomic City Mural.” To be honest, I had no idea what that meant. The entries in the dusty corners of my Zumo can be cryptic like that. Just because I have something saved doesn’t mean I have any idea what it means. Keeps life interesting. When I pick my way to whatever is on the other end of those coordinates it’s like a surprise party.

Since I like to live on the edge, I pressed “go” on the atomic entry and was on my way. The nice lady in the box directed me to downtown Paducah, Kentucky.

When I arrived at “…Atomic City Mural …on left” I was surprised to find a tall concrete scroll of artwork decorating the flood wall built to keep the Ohio River at bay. It was beautiful.

It did my heart good to see a panel proudly featuring motorcycles.

Here it is – The Atomic City Mural!

Flood wall water marker:

Wall to Wall Project

The project has a Youtube Video shot with a drone that gives you a nice overview of the murals. (You may want to turn of the music.)

Website: Paducah’s Wall to Wall Murals

Big, Pink Roadside Odds and Ends in West Virginia

Big, Pink Roadside Odds and Ends in West Virginia

As I wound my way across West Virginia towards Kentucky, I spotted a few great pink roadside attractions.

A super-duper pink elephant in Barboursville on Route 60.

big pink elephant Barboursville, WV

Just down the road from the pink elephant in Huntington, WV is a pink giraffe with green spots. Naturally.

pink giraffe with green spot

And smack in between the two I spotted this pink pig bus, also along Route 60.

pink pig bus!

Isn’t that awesome? I wonder if the horn oinks when you press it 🙂

The Big Banana Car – I Saw It!

The Big Banana Car – I Saw It!

Scratch another one off of the bucket list!

I know, I know. I sound like a broken record when I ask you if you think things are meant to be or if you believe in luck or fate. But… sometimes circumstances just seem too perfect that calling it a coincidence just doesn’t seem like enough.

When you break down all the hours, minutes and seconds in people lives, the probability of putting random elements together is mind-boggling. One extra minute brushing your teeth, forgetting something in the house and going back inside for it, a u-turn on the street – it all changes the timing and outcome of every event that follows it.

On Saturday morning as I was exiting the highway in Pennsylvania, I pulled through the toll booth and out of the corner of my eye I saw an unmistakable yellow nubbin’ sticking up over the hedge of a motel parking lot. I knew right away what I was looking at. The banana car.

I zipped in the parking lot just as the banana driver was getting ready to leave. I parked, hopped off my motorcycle and said, “please, please, please, don’t pull away yet. I am so happy to see you!”

With that, he waited for me to get my phone out to snap a photo. While waiting he said, “wow, nice bike!” The only natural reply? “Thanks! Nice banana!”

And with that, the banana backed out and split. (sorry.) I was only sad that he didn’t peel out. (sorry again. I had to.)

What are the chances that I would run in to the banana car in Pennsylvania? It was almost as if it was meant to be. I can’t believe I got to see it without having to go search for it. The universe just served it up right to me.

I love it when that happens.



Somebody Isn’t Paying Attention Around Here

Somebody Isn’t Paying Attention Around Here

While scrolling through my blog’s draft folder, I found a not-so-unusual exchange between my husband Kenny, daughter Chloe and myself. It’s just a little glimpse in to what goes on around here when we’ve been cooped up in the house. This draft was from December 2014 when winter was settling in and I was filling up the daydream folder for 2015.

As 2015 has unfolded, I have managed to visit quite a few of the stops on my wishlist with a few more on deck.

Dream it, do it.

[cue harps for dream sequence]

For the past couple of weeks I’ve jotted down ideas while perusing travel books in the hope that I will visit these places in 2015. One of the books I was reading was Roadside Giants by Brian and Sarah Butko.

Me: Oh, look at that. Did you know there’s another giant coffee pot but on a stick in Winston-Salem? That’s right by the Shell gas station there.

Kenny: What Shell station?

::incredulous glare in unison from both myself and my daughter Chloe::

Kenny: What?

Me: Chloe?

Chloe: Yea, the big shell-shaped station.

::I told you so glower::

Kenny: What? how am I supposed to know where every single freakin’ teapot and weirdo gas station is?

Me: I only know of one teapot.

Kenny: You just said another teapot on a stick right now!

Me: No, I didn’t. I said coffee pot.

Kenny: Whatever. Same thing.

::unison Chloe and me:: Noooooo, they aren’t.

Poor Kenny.

Road Tripping: The Coffee Pot – Bedford, Pa

Road Tripping: The Coffee Pot – Bedford, Pa

There was a time when visiting the Bedford Coffee Pot was one of those things that just nagged and nagged me. Way over on the western half of Pennsylvania, it seemed lightyears away. In truth it is a mere 330 miles that for whatever reason may as well have been a million. Maybe it can be chalked up to some type of mental roadblock or… maybe sometimes the wishing for something is just as satisfying as the getting. Daydreams are perfect where life isn’t.

Then on winter Tuesday in 2009 I found myself at the coffee pot. Just like that. You wake up one day and finally just do whatever it is you want.

breadbox at the coffee pot

Then on a trip to Cleveland in December 2013 with my mom and daughter, we once again stopped at the Coffee Pot. Doing something once can make it a lot easier to do again. The roadblocks aren’t there anymore.

bedford coffee pot

In July of 2015, I stopped by the Coffee Pot yet again. This time on my motorcycle. You know, just to check on things.

fuzzygalore at bedford coffee pot

Nothing much had changed since the last time I visited. Considering the life that these roadside giants can endure, that was a good thing.


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