Last year my adult son and two aunts toured the Toyota assembly plant in Georgetown (near Lexington, Fred would know where.)
It was amazing (to me anyways) how fast and efficient the whole operation is and how much of the work is done
My good friend had relatives in from Finland a good number of years ago. My buddy recognizes excellence and he was very impressed with his tour of the Toyota plant and I assume the Finns were too.
I haven't visited it and I do the bourbon distillery tours on occasion.
I've never been on one of those. But I seriously doubt they allow people to sample the wares.
But I knew a woman that was eating Rum Balls. She got pulled over on a traffic stop. The cop smelled the Rum and figured she had been nipping at the bottle. He wanted her to blow in the tube. She explained to him that she had been eating Rum Balls which is just the essence of Rum and contains no alcohol. He let her slide. ;)
I've never been on one of those. But I seriously doubt they allow people to sample the wares.
When I got here in the 90s sampling and sales were forbidden. At some point they joined the 20th century and they end the tour with a pro instructing the group how to sample your bourbon like a pro does.
I also heard the last place you can find real moonshine was Hardy, Arkansas.
We used to drive thru there in big truck on our weekly trip to Florida back around 2002 and 2003. Speed limit thru town was 25 and you better be doing it. Parking was on both sides of the street.
Now I see they have built a bypass around town. I imagine it cuts at least 15 minutes off the run. ;)
I also heard the last place you can find real moonshine was Hardy, Arkansas.
I find that hard to believe. My neighbor goes 4-wheeling a few times a month in remote areas and he always has some shine in his refrigerator - not for distribution. I'll sip some when playing poker and then go back to my beer. I've heard too many moonshine stories and I don't want to be one of them.
I've heard too many moonshine stories and I don't want to be one of them.
Got drunk on some homemade 'shine at a party when I was 17. Woke up the next morning in the front garden, where I had been puking. Don't remember a thing after the first few swigs. The headache still hurts.