Did I tell you about my first Shelbyville Indiana experience?
Here's the short version: I was doing rideshare when a call came in. The payout looked good, so I accepted it. Only after picking up the passenger did I realize--28 miles out of my way. That's how I ended up in Shelbyville, Indiana.

Shelbyville Detour - Three Dollars, Two Tickets, and a Zinger at Village Pantry
Instead of getting upset, I turned it into a new story--one more unexpected twist in life and another lesson in keeping an open mind.
You can read the full adventure, complete with photos and the details I discovered along the way, in the two articles linked below.
The first article in my photo journal is about the first picture you saw on top. The place where I stopped to take a break from my 28 mi trip.
The second article it's basically what I decided to do after stopping, what I saw what and what I learned unexpectedly.
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