Kentucky smells like fart.

It does.
We went to Kentucky, Illinois, and Tennessee on vacation and when we drove into Kentucky it smelled like fart and cabbage. There's also a county there called McCracken that you can make some pretty good jokes out of. Car sales and Salvage . . . in McCracken!
You get it.
We drove for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and arrived in Paducah, Kentucky to stay the night at a motel that smelled like stale cigarette smoke. All motel rooms smell like stale cigarette smoke. The next day we drove some more and got to Nashville, Tennessee where we drove through twisted city streets and hazy smog to the Parthenon . . . not a replica exactly. It was the Parthenon, but what it might have looked like when they first built it. There was a little artistic license involved, but it was cool all in all. Athena was looking a little chunky, but she was flippin' 42 feet tall! They also had plaster replicas (these were replicas) of the broken statues from that . . . what'da ya' call that trianlge thing with the sculptures that's supported by the pillars at the front? It's like a facade, but not . . . oh, whatever.
We went to Cave City afterwards and stayed in a motel that smelled like soap instead of cigarettes. (It was a Best Western.) We went to Mammoth Cave and took a tour, it was the Frozen Niagara tour and it was odd. All the other caves I've been in have had stalag-things all over the place, but this one didn't. There's a sandstone cap over the whole thing that keeps water out of the cave. The tour was pretty lame. They didn't' tell us anything about the history of the cave just the stuff cave guides always tell you, you know. Oh, well.
We took the tour and went home. It was a long drive.