Day two

The day was pretty uneventful, actually. Up early, straight shot south on 95, the police attracted to the guys in speedy sports cars. I suppose it helped that I was going pretty much the same speed as most of the others on the road, but I'm paranoid enough that I always think about getting  singled out.

Riding the slab is a good way to eat miles, but you miss a lot. At one point I stopped to put on my rain suit, and here's what I saw. It's a lot prettier than the photo. Anyway, the rain wasn't too bad until I entered Florida. That photo stop had put in my mind to take a back road or two, and I turned off 95 to enjoy the scenery a bit. Some miles down the road I encountered the worst rain I had ridden in for years. Blowing, poor visibility, big cold drops that stung if the face shield wasn't down. I pulled up under the first overpass I came to. About 30 seconds later the rain stopped. Clear, hot, humid, sunshiny. Then I remembered. This is what weather in Florida is like.

I eventually arrived at my host's house, rather later than I expected. He had said he'd have the light on, but the light was off, and there were two buildings. I didn't want to waken the wrong people. (Ahem. I already had. I had misread the GPS a bit and awakened another neighbor, who was actually rather gracious about it.) So I spent the night next to the bike. It didn't rain again, unless you count mosquitoes falling on you like cats and dogs. Hunting dogs.

Quite a different meet-up the next day, but you'll have to wait for the next post.