And this was one of those road days. We took off to cloudy skies and the threat of 30 percent chance of showers. When we hit the mainland from the Keys, we stopped at Denny's in Homestead for breakfast, only to come out to a downpour. Well, such is the nature of motorcycle adventures. We probably spent a good half hour dressing up for the weather, changing from shoes to boots, putting on chaps, pulling out the other gloves and beanies. We took off up towards Lake Okochobee. At the split in the highway we ran into another group of riders who we visited with for about fifteen minutes at the gas station before taking off. If you don't ride a motorcycle, you cannot relate to this sort of visitation but I love to share it with those who don't ride. We stop and talk to others who we have nothing in common with other than the two wheel enjoyment. Those folks were from Illinois and have the luxury of spending about three months a year in the Orlando area, riding around Florida and I guess living much better than we ever will, unless our cousin Ronnie wills us his house! Ha ha!!!
And then, as we took off our separate ways, we managed to go the wrong way for 15 miles in the rain before we realized we were going the WRONG way! So we turned around and went the right way before managing to go through what must be Florida's biggest ghetto ... or would that be a mix of a ghetto and a barrio ... I have always been, well, ok, I am good with the whole inner city thing, but this was different and actually pretty scary! The houses looked like a wolf could blow them over. Young black and latinos sat on the streets and they weren't, like, you know, singing accapelo in a circles. If we broke down there, I would have been terrified, quite frankly. And the entire atmosphere was just plain spooky! This was supposed to be a scenic route and it was, in all honesty, more than a little scenic... so much more scenic than I anticipated.
We ran another 30 or so miles up the road to our intended destination, seeing the huge Lake for a period of about five minutes... then coming into the world of trailer and RV parks. And I am talking so many that I now know where all the people from the snow belt actually go in the winter! Holy crap! There were like fifty or more RV parks along side the road before getting into the city! We could almost hear banjos...
We finally found some plate to bed down...now the reality is..FORTY DEGREES TOMORROW MORNING.
SAY GOODNIGHT ALL.
Peace~ Bobbi
3 comments:
Man, these are some great pictures! Glad you guys made the trip, and shared it with the rest of us! Looks like you are having a good time, creating some great memories.
I've read every letter you wrote here and watched every picture. Certainly brings a real good feeling about what much of traveling by bike is about – and also some old memories. Glad to see that you represent Plebs Choppers in FLA too :).
Your brother in the wind – Ulf
thanks guys!!
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