In hopes of a dry day and a good ride, eleven of us met for breakfast at Snellgroves this morning. After a good breakfast and better conversation, nine of us mounted our motorized steeds and headed northwest towards the once thriving bootleggers paradise of Bayport, Florida. As you are aware, however, I seldom take a straight route when a more interesting route is available. Click here to see today's route.
Along the way, three more riders who had other pressing business, drop out of the ride and headed home. By the time we made out first rest stop at the BP station at Ehren Cutoff Road and US-41, there were six bikes left - Boyd, Bob, Eddie, J.T., Lloyd and myself. After a brief stop, we again headed northwest. Despite assurances from the weatherman, we watched as dark clouds build up along our route. The rain finally his for only a brief period as we were westbound on Peace Blvd. Luckily, it was not enough to dampen our spirits or even our clothes.
Once east of US-19, the geography changed to salt marsh. The views were great and the salt smell in the air was refreshing as we passed through Lake Baywood, Aripeka, Sunset Island, Hernando Beach and Weeki Wachee Gardens. We finally turned east on Cortez Blvd. for the last leg of our morning run. As we were a little early for lunch, we decided to head to Bayport Park and the eastern terminus of Cortez Blvd. It is a pretty little park that rebuilt after the hurricanes of '04 and '05. It is a favorite launching point for boats heading out into the Gulf of Mexico. It was also here that, during Prohibition, savvy locals collected the barrels of whiskey that rum runners dumped into the gulf for the tides to carry to shore.
Leaving this picturesque place behind, we retraced the two miles to the Bayport Inn. This old restaurant, motel combination is easy to miss, but you would be sorry to do so. Not surprisingly, there were a good number of motorcycles in the parking lot and the atmosphere inside was very laid back and casual. At first glance the fare appeared to be a bit expensive for our tastes, but then we noticed the all-you-can-eat fish and fries for $8.95. All six of us decided to give it a try. All six of us were very glad that we did. The portions were more than generous and the taste was excellent. The first serving was enough for most of us, but Boyd, who was not hungry when we arrived, decided to order a second round of fish. Although he requested just a couple of more pieces, the waitress brought him a basket with more fish than the first serving. On top of that, the fish tasted even better. We know because Boyd had no hope of finishing it himself and shared it around the table. We will have to return again some day.
Waddling back to the bikes, we headed east towards Brooksville, then south towards Powell to pickup a few of our favorite roads (Culbreath, Hayman, Bayhead and Bellamy Brothers) on the way home. By the time we reached San Antonio, we needed another rest break and stopped at the San Ann Market, always a pleasant stop.
From San Antonio, we made a quick run home, arriving about 4:00 p.m. Great day. Great friends. Great ride. Great food.
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Gunny