Blog 2013 Southeast

John and I flew into Ft Lauderdale International and put our bikes together right in the terminal.

And then rode out of the airport, right onto the ACA route.

We picked up Bill at a nearby fedex, where he was slowly putting his bike together.

The beach is not bad.

This is what they call garlic bread. Awesome.

Light meal after the day's ride.

We decided to eat out for breakfast.

Palm Beach.

Palm Beach country club.

Northern Florida.

Pelicans.

Fried danishes and grits for breakfast.

The KOA that wanted to charge us a full site fee ($35) for each of us. We eventually settled for $50, total. Still a rip off.

This was first breakfast. Actually quite bright, but bad angle. Not a bad setting, though.

Long dogs were a theme in my diet.

Riding competition in local park, just before the deluge.

Waiting for the deluge.

Norton bombsight.

Yes, the nazi's were the only racists during WWII.

Fun museum we just happened across.

Air brakes!

Gotta try everything.

We try to stay off fast roads, but at least there's a shoulder.

Whooped.

We don't pretend to know what we are doing in the kitchen.

St. Augustine.

Note the sign. There is hope!

BRAAAIIINNNNSSS! Actually, peanut butter.

This is why I'm in so few pictures.

A *good* rumblestrip. Note there is room on the outside for a bike and single-wheeled trailer.

Old slave quarters, maybe.

Sally Fenton, who we met up with in Georgia. At the age of 65, she's still leading cross-country (Southern Tier) tours for the ACA.

Was he real?

Chicken farm

Savannah

Like the bike!

The story goes that people kept disappearing. A local cop thought that they were being shanghai'd from a local pirate bar, but noone could figure out how they got from the bar to a ship. So the cop goes in and learns the truth by experiencing it: they dug a tunnel from the bar to the river! Also how rum smuggled in. Unfortunately, the cop couldn't tell anyone until he returned, 2 years later.

Couldn't convince Bill and John to cough up an extra $20 to stay in the caboose. Should have just paid for it myself.

Just found out my mom was sinking fast, and had decided to leave the tour the following day.

Our last evening.

Bill and John continue on to the outer banks.

I wait for my Good Samaritan to give me a ride to the airport.