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DDC 2007 Spring Tour / Day 50 / Way West Virginia, Virginia

April 05, 2007

Our final day of the Hoss, Hoss and Hoss Appalachia Tour.296. "Blast layers."297. "Up through the mountains."298. "Carey."West Virginia's motto is: "Open For Business." Hmmm.The backwoods. We saw just about every kind of homestead known to Appalachia on this stretch. Shacks, trailer homes, barns, dead houses, decaying homesteads. Middle of nowhere, and every 100 yards was another little homestead with junked cars lined up, various barnyard animals milling about and a single plume of smoke rising out of a chimney.We came up on this little bar, somewhere remote. A sad little town. This is where people went to relax. Hmmm:299. "A watering hole."300. "Must be 21 to enter."301. "Sign your full name..."Hungry, we found Dorothy's restaurant to chow down. We pulled up, secured the car and walked in. We were greeted with cold stares and dead silence. Like something out of a movie. Real cold and awkward. We saddled up to the counter and after a couple minutes, put our order in. Some 45 minutes later our half-ass meals showed up. It was interesting to see other people who came in after us, get served before us. Hmmm. Must've been my omelette that screwed things up.There were three mechanics sitting to our right. Each time I'd look up, one of them would be staring us down. Real comfortable.302. "Diner signage."303. "Clandestine diner photoshoot: My seat."304. "Purity."We raced back to Louisville via smooth sailing interstates. Passed up Lexington with little thought. Got into town, ate some indian food at a little joint on Bardstown road, kittycorner to the Doo Wop Shop. (Nice website, you dicks.)We rounded out the night with a couple cold ones at the Monkey Wrench Bar, some loose talk with the ever-fascinating Lolleyland, a couple handshakes with these guys and date with a futon in PJ's spare room. That was pretty much it.

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