So, I had one of "those" experiences this morning...
I work in an office park in Hermitage with a few dozen other businesses. I park in a covered area which is also where all of the smokers gather to do their thing. I'm standing there taking off my gear when this guy comes out to smoke and he says, "Wow, I can't believe you rode that thing this morning". I said, "It's not bad out, and my gear keeps me pretty comfortable". He looks at my bike and says, " I've got a Harley at home. If I lived closer I might ride in too, but I live over in Mt. Juliet". I said, "You ought to. I live in Bellevue and it's about a 30 mile run each way. It's a nice way to start the day".
He mumbled somethig and wondered over to smoke with his buddies.
I'm thinking to myself, this guy can't ride his Harley from Mt. Juliet to Hermitage? WTF???
Suddenly I felt like a real bad ass, which is pretty rare for an old, bald, fat guy on a KLR.
Your new tag...
An old grist mill. This thing didn't use a water wheel. It had a turbine. It was built in 1862.
Edit: Map has been updated.