Howie is on drugs (hasn't he been on them all ride? you may well ask) so no alcohol for him. He has to suffer watching the rest of us tasting bourbon in the bourbon capital of the world (Bardstown). We are staying at an old jail (1819 to 1976) and appropriately the boys have been confined to the drunks cell. They drew straws for the top bunk and Howie lost.
The local Rotary club met us for dinner and generously provided a donation for WCfK's as well as shouting us to dinner. Thanks guys - your generosity was highly appreciated.
Tomorrow another 150km hilly ride while Howie gets a second opinion on his damaged leg. Hopefully it requires no more intervention and can heal quietly by itself. Here's hoping ...