Yielding to a request for a change of pace, we eschewed our usual breakfast eatery and headed for The Brickyard today.
We had no sooner been seated when Boyd rose to make a presentation. For the uninformed, a friendly competition for photographic supremacy has developed over the past few years between Ace (Bill) and Mr. Sarcasm (Boyd). Today, Boyd formally presented Bill with a specially designed T-shirt and cap designating Bill as the #1 Official Photographer for Navigator Image Productions.
Bill was highly pleased with the presentation.
And, in a manner consistent with being Bill, he acknowledged the gift by calling the entire restaurant to attend his acceptance of the title.
It was all very entertaining. I would, however, caution Ace to remember Boyd's well earned nickname when wearing his laurels.
After breakfast, Boyd, J.T., Debbie and I headed out for our ride. We started in a generally southwest direction which soon found us crossing the South Prong of the Alafia River (that's the creek that passes under Jameson Rd.). As we passed, I saw a wood stork out of the corner of my eye and we stopped for some photos.
There turned out to be a whole flock of them.
What was also apparent was the extremely low water level. The river here was just a series of shallow pools.
J.T. & Debbie waited patiently while photos were taken.
From there, we headed towards Agricola Mine Road.
As the morning progressed it became readily apparent that:
1) the day was going to be very hot;
2) the lovebugs were back in full force;
3) road kill was plentiful; and
4) the buzzards were enjoying the bounty.
Our windshields and fairings were soon a mass of lovebug remains and we had to slow repeatedly to avoid the flocks of buzzards consuming the road kill. Coming around a curve on Agricola Mine Road, a particularly large flock of buzzards rose from their meal directly into the path of my motorcycle. There was insufficient time for me to do anything but duck behing the windshield before I hit one in the center of the fairing. After stopping, I found buzzard feathers lodged in the center air intake, but, luckily, no damage to the bike. Boyd, being Boyd, made some remark about being glad he was riding behind the "cow catcher".
Continuing our ride, we headed over to Homeland, Lake Hendry, and Lake Buffum. Picking up N. Scenic Highway, we headed south to Avon Park where we stopped for lunch at the Wild Turkey Tavern.
After lunch, we headed towards Lakeland for a quick stop at Fun Bike Center before heading for home and a thorough bike wash.
Gunny