At the tail end of our Saturday ride with Kathy in West Virginia, she took us along one of her local favorites – Grassy Lick Rd. I was excited about that because it was on my route from the day before but I missed the turn and missed the road altogether.
As we motored along Grassy Lick we found ourselves behind a swiftly moving pickup truck pulling an open trailer. The bed of the trailer had a layer of hay on it’s floor and something else sitting on top of the hay that I couldn’t quite make out.
The truck was going along at a good clip so we just hung back, enjoying the twists and turns, watching the trailer dance along… wait,… is that… a giant pig?
Yes, Mr. 60mph Trailer-Puller was taking his giant pig out for a drive.
“Mabel, I’ma-gunna take the hawg out fo’ a drive. W’be back ‘fore supper.”
I can honestly say that was the first time I ever followed a pig through the twisties. ::checks that off bucket list::
Not long after the big pig turned off Grassy Lick Road, Kathy’s turn signal came on.
Well, well, well! What have we here?
Just as she had made a special stop for me to check out a Mail Pouch barn she also included a stop at a license plate covered barn. Is she the greatest?
It’s probably a good thing we stopped when we did. Considering the lean on it, it doesn’t look like it is long for this world.
One side of the barn also featured a nice array of hubcaps.
It was really a great roadside specimen. I’m so glad we stopped there
Good roads, good roadside stops, good company. That’s the stuff great road trips are made of.