Last day of May

10 a.m. Cafe 27. Next stop Flossie's. Then to BlueFish. Good company, new friends.

And we met a local celebrity.

This is Miss Pineapple, selling Nitrogen to the biker crowd at Cafe 27, with her companion C-Note.

She's a sweetheart. She's got moxie. And no one I know can wear a Harley hat like this girl.

Sunday ride to IslaMorada

Ha! Kickstands up at the Starbucks at 136 off of 595 ... around 10am? Who was watching the clock ... Burt and Carol met us there and we followed Burt out of the lot, on our way to Key Largo or parts thereabout ...

west to 27, south, first stop at Four Corners, to wander the truckstop and psyche up for the ride. Alternate route to the Keys, east to Alabama Jacks on Card Sound Road. Fuel up (our own tanks, that is, with a couple beers and lots of diet coke).

On south to mile marker 82 in IslaMorada, for lunch at Lorelei's. This is what the Keys are all about. Excellent food, tucked away on the Gulf-side, frozen drinks, and the promise of a gorgeous sunset. We didn't stay that long, but long enough to relax, shift to stay in the shade of the big umbrella and then back to the bikes.

One very long trek home to Fort Lauderdale & Boca ... all the way up A1A through Coconut Grove etc.

We HAD to make a stop at Bourgets, just to stretch our legs. Actually, it was my request. Demand. Stop, now. I had a vision of that leg vein thing that you get on airplanes, that can kill you. I can say, but I'm too lazy to find out how to spell it. At any rate. Ten minutes, a cold Bud Lime (don't grimace: try one) and we were good to make it home. Burt and Carol powered through all the way to Boca. They are the pros.

A full day of riding. Gorgeous weather. Wonderful friends. $11 worth of gas, roundtrip.

"I just took a movie!"