day 11a

It's 10:30am and we've arrived at the Ocala Shop. Thats Rick, the club historian on the left and i forget the name of the lovely shaded lady who "rides like a guy", I'm told that is the highest compliment one can give a lady rider. She likes to ride with Chopper Joe. What ever the case may be no one was in the mood to do the poker run. Rick said that if we were going to sign in to represent SCHOG, then we would have to pay the ride price. No one was in the mood to part with 15 that easily either. I was there with out my best copilot so i just wanted to ride, so off we went to breakfast... lol.

we slipped on up the road to a little home grown local joint where Sam knew everyone and they served us coffee on the sidewalk while waiting for table space for 12 hungry motorcycle lovin friends. Speaking of wash or ride. Here is BadAssBikerBrother Ron parking his ultra "just right". He just got it back form it's bi-annual "detail" job. "Ya. She takes her a q tip and gets up in all those impossible to reach areas. About 8-9 hrs. worth of time she says." he tells us proudly as we stand around just looking for a blemish, but see nothing but a "like new" finish staring back. and i think if you look real close at his center headlamp, it is smiling. It's happy to be so squeeky clean too...