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Rabbit Hash

It was early Friday evening. Three friends and myself had been riding for a few hours. I was on my old '72 H-D. As it was Friday, the local buffet had seafood that night. Buffet, all you can eat, sea food, all you can eat, equals a serious pig out for us.

As we ate, a voice asks, "Got room for us?" It was my friend Brad and his family. We slid another table over. As we ate, several others, recognizing our bikes, joined us to eat.

As we ate, talk went to "Let's go somewhere tomorrow."

It was screw up, klutzy, Brad who replied, "Yeah, let's ride tomorrow."

Believe me, riding with Brad was extremely low on my list of things to do. No polite way to tell him no, so he was in.

In a humorous way, Brad's wife told us, "I will not pay for any damage he does. I will not hold any of you responsible for his demise."

To myself I thought "DAMN!!!"

We decided to ride to Rabbit Hash, Kentucky. (Side note: Rabbit Hash is a real place. If you live in the area where Ohio, Indiana, and Kentucky come together, chances are you have heard of or been there. Rabbit Hash has maybe 15 or so residents. It has a mayor. The place elected a dog, yes, a dog as the mayor.)

Next day, we rode for a while. Stopped to get a cold drink. I asked, "Anyone ever ridden a ferry across the Ohio river? A slight detour will let us cross on the Anderson ferry."

All agreed that it sounded like fun.

We got on the ferry. All of us straddled our bikes to ensure they would stay upright. That is all but Brad. Brad was in front of me. Although I was looking at Brad, I couldn't tell how he and his Bike fell over. Brad bounced up like a rubber ball. "I'm OK, I'm OK, not hurt or nothing broke," he said. Typical klutzy Brad.

We got across the river without Brad falling in and on we went to Rabbit Hash.

Rabbit Hash has a general store. Sells Rabbit Hash memorabilia, cold drinks, snacks, backy, and ice cream. Typical store of back country America of the early '50s.

The general store has a grass sloping back yard that goes down to the edge of the Ohio river. Several picnic tables are available for those who want to relax and enjoy. Next to the general store is a building kinda rough looking where on summer weekend nights, music is played and there's also a dance hall. Great music. These musicians look as if they are from the most remotest parts of KY. Great friendly people. Even better musicians.

Across the one-lane road is a shack that sells food. Barbecue that would suite the taste of royalty. Also great burgers, sausages and other sandwiches. At times someone sets up an open fire with various foods, soups, beans, stews, and other one-dish meals that are fixed in a big black caldron.

In summer, it is not unusual to see boats tied up along the bank and the boaters enjoying the burg's hospitality. Also, summer brings street rod runs that stop there. Sporty cars too. Many families with the wee ones come to see the happenings in Rabbit Hash. On a good Saturday or Sunday, I guess it is not out of the ordinary to see a few hundred people there. They come and go all day and night. Never have I seen any trouble.

You often see the ladies show their chesty protrusions. There may be occasional foul language but way less than the average gin joint.

If you decide to go, the roads are very twisty and narrow. Gotta stay on your awareness plan so you don't get hurt or hurt another person.

One time there we saw an all girl bike club from Indiana. No, not your prissy sister types.

I can not give decent directions as I don't know the roads or route names. If you go across the Ohio river from Lawrenceburg, Indiana into KY on I275 it is just a short way to the right, almost directly across from Belterra Casino in Indiana.

We left Rabbit Hash and headed home. We chose to use the I275 bridge and get off in Lawrenceburg. As we got off and at the first light across the intersection is an old fashioned drive-in. It's not unusual on weekends for the place to be packed with customs and rods. We scoped thing out, nice rides. We followed some back road state routes home. Again thankfully an uneventful ride home.

As it was after the witching hour, we all had butt dragging syndrome when we got home. But, going to Rabbit Hash is a great one-day family trip. Maybe we will cross trails.

Look thru this website's pictures. You will see ole Ed's, edeee2, '72 H-D. Still got it, still looks the same. As old age will have a tight grip on me in a few years, my grandson will be given my chopper, bobber or whatever you want to call it. Hmmm, in high school, with an old H-D? Nah, he wouldn't appreciate it. Think I'll keep it till he's older and wiser, like me.

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