day4

5:09pm. Sunday afternoon. Clear skies and a light breeze and 67degrees right here, right now. I was in the saddle today from 8:15 am at 49 degrees, and yet did not even go 140 miles. I pulled into the new shops parking lot crisply at 8:45am to find big dave, barb, and marine dave already there. Marine dave has a new to him 98 ultra. it only had 13k on it when he bought it last december and already he's put 6k on it. Today was Lake County's HOG keynote ride and so about 30 bikes met at the shop and headed for 441 and our second pick up. The back roads of Lake County and Seminole are made for motorcycles early on a sunday morning. The sunday morning gatherings for a putt with the family is my version of going to church. The lead road captain for the day is the preacher for the day and the other road captains are his heppas. When the hogs all rumble up after the starters whistle, that sound is the church choir praising it loudly. And the wind blowing in our faces as we take over the roadways is the spirit of life. Can't get those feelings of appreciation of our lifestyle by sitting in a stuffy box listening to someone tell you his interpretation of life. lol...I am so glad no one is reading this, because i have no lies these fingers are typing, i'm just along for the ride. So...We meet Walt and his Heritage Softail riding wife at 44 and Sandler road. Althea rolls up in her boa's ready to ride and hollers "kodak moment". She climbs up on the gas station pump island and squeezes us all in. "I don't have the wide angle lens, here people. Squeeze in now.!". She's is hooot. and just as honest as one can be and thats what makes her a biker, not the fact that she rides a Honda. She can ride the f out of dat bike. Walt L. then says he knows of some nice backroads up this way and "I think we're going to get a couple of cards and then go for a ride. i know of some excellent roads with motorcyle written all over them." sounds good us. "We'll just get a couple of the cards and then buy the rest at the last stopping spot. We then kick it to Leesburg Gator Harley for the start of their ride. We roared in fairly fragmented due to hiway441's endless stoplights. Got signed in and it turned out that the ride set up by Lake County HOG was the same route Walt wanted to take us on. so there ya go, and away we went. fine fantastic windy back country roads thru open woods and lakes and...