- the first being I was being chased by a nasty storm.
...so as I took shelter, I decided to rehydrate.
Therin lay the dilemma: should I be patriotic and go with the Irish Rose,or should I go ghetto and do the Mad Dog ?
Decisions, decisions.
Screw it, I`ll just have a coffee Mr.Pattell - cream, no sugar please......
The second reason was that my new GPS puked, so I decided to navigate the living hell that is Houston by night rather than fight the daytime traffic relying solely on my celestial navigation skills.
Anyway, back to Sunday at 4:30 am - all packed and ready to go.
And a stop in Ocala at the Don Garlits Museum,housing many of Don's record breaking dragsters from the `50`s up to the present.
Don Garlits.
As I was leaving I found Jesus. I could`ve sworn that he rode a BMW but all things considered, we`re all travellers on the highway of life.
Can I get a hallelujah brother?.
Highway 98 to Appalatchicola.
Wakulla River Bridge.
Magnolia, the town that once was.
Highway 98 near Appalatchicola
Apalatchicola, Florida.
End of Stage 1 with Greg in Round Rock.
2 comments:
hey murf...what a groovin' trip...great fotos...bruce
The the pics! glad u declined the Irish Rose - no such thing BTW. m2 xo
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