Route Description
I-65 enters Tennessee from the south near the town of Ardmore, and passes through mostly rural territory for 65 miles (105 km). At Tennessee Exit 1 (State Route 7), U.S. Highway 31 separates from the Interstate, having merged at Athens, Alabama, and immediately services Elkton. Its first city in Tennessee is Franklin. Then the route travels through Brentwood, Tennessee, downtown Nashville, Madison, Goodlettsville, White House, and it exits near Portland into Kentucky to the north.
Northbound I-65 overlaps with Interstates 40 and 24 at separate points in Nashville, forming a small loop around the center of the city. Until 2000, the two-mile long (three kilometer) northern leg of this loop was designated "Interstate 265". On April 7, 2000, the designation I-265 vanished, and Interstate 65 itself was re-routed from the eastern half of the small loop (where it overlapped with I-40 and I-24) to the western half of the loop (where it overlaps with Interstate 40 only on the western side, and it has the northern stretch to itself). Nashville-Davidson County's city/county government had argued to have the designations changed in order to help alleviate traffic congestion caused by motorists' following I-65 through the main body of the city. Because of this, the new I-65 route is approximately one mile longer than the previous route. As a result, mile markers north of Nashville do not accurately represent the length of I-65 in Tennessee.
A former General Motors Corporation factory, where Saturn and Chevrolet cars were made between 1990 and 2009, is within a short driving distance from the interstate in Spring Hill, Tennessee. Also, the Nissan company's manufacturing plant in Smyrna, Tennessee is located approximately 30 miles (48 km) to the east of I-65.
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