Deep Cut Revisited



As an alternative to the BMW Club's ride to the Grassroots open house on Saturday, April 18th, Nature Dave, Rick, and Barry took a little spin in the Martin County area.  Rick led this band of road warriors from their rally point in Dale to Ferdinand and on to some serpentine roads north of Patoka Lake.

After a short stop at French Lick for some re-hydration, Nature Dave remembered a county road that broke off SR 150, and the gang end up at Deep Cut Road.
(Latitude N38.679138, longitude W86.716977 for you GPS geeks.)
The last time these riders were here it was raining too hard for a photo opportunity.
But this time the opportunity to demonstrate why this road is called "Deep Cut" was not passed by.
Barry had never been back to Willow Valley Train Tunnel, so after persuading a reluctant Nature Dave to visit a train tunnel, it was decided to ride along the tracks to this attraction.

By this time everyone was getting hungry, and since they were all big fans of Survivorman, why not eat some wild game.  Rick crushed a chipmunk with a tire tool while Barry rubbed two sticks together to start a fire.

OK!  OK!  I'm kidding people!  This chipmunk was just a poor victim of the evil auto industry.  However, we'll get to Rick killing things shortly.

From Willow Valley, the riders shot back to Shoals for lunch at a Main St. cafe.  After lunch, East River Road was taken from Shoals in order to follow the White River.  To continue along the river, it was necessary to go up through Martin State Park and travel on a gravel road the rest of the way to Williams Covered bridge.  The ride continued south on SR 450 to Trinity Springs where it was possible to ride along the west side of the river on McBride's Bluff Road.  This road offers a great view of the river and the huge rock cliffs.

By then, it was time for some ice cream at Shoals.  Rick then navigated the ride down SR 150 to West Baden and then around the back side of French Lick.  Finding some more twisty roads in Dubois County, Rick managed to worm his way to Sugar Ridge and then on to SR 68 towards Lynnville.  What happened next will be forever remembered in the annals of local motorcycle lore.  Somewhere on SR 68 a guinea hen flew across the road just in front of Rick's GS.  Then, in a flash, another guinea hen tried the same trick.  What can only be described as an explosion of feathers, the second hen T-boned the side of Rick's bike and met her demise.  As Rick began to look down at his motorcycle to determine what had just happened, the dead bird fell off the bike and rolled down the road like a Tootsie Roll; its little head connected to its body by a featherless neck the size of a soda straw.  At Lynnville, an examination of the bike revealed blood splattered on the telelever, feathers stuck to the crash bars, and the remains of scorched feathers etched into the exhaust pipe.  It was determined that due to the current economic conditions and the shortage of chicken feed, the guinea hen had indeed committed suicide.  It was an unfortunate way to end an otherwise great day of riding the back roads of Martin County.

 Nature Dave Godeke
April 2009