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YES YES but will need to learn how to ride.![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1663/214/400/IMG_8670.jpg)
Not sure if this is strickly speaking a cowboy hat, but YES YES YES.![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1663/214/400/IMG_4653.jpg)
Oh no, it must be one of those Brokeback Ridge types.
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Once it gets dark, its time to head for the Iron Horse Saloon.
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Chris, our youngest member celibrated his birthday the night we went to the Iron Horse, he sure looks happy to be with such an ageing bunch of Spring Breakers.
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Spielberg Ronnie, alias Achtung Ronnie, alias Scatter Cash Ronnie, alias Popeye Ronnie, alias Dancin Ronnie, lost his nerve when trying to snap the bar dancers at Iron Horse and came over all queer with shaking hands.
Ian gets about a bit during our visits to Daytona, but he always has just one thing in mind, yes you guessed it his beloved panhead.
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On a sad note this year Daytona Bike Week claimed another record, and not one they will be proud of. In the 2006 Daytona Bike Week 18 bikers were killed on the road.
The next day we headed for Fort Lauderdale for a night in the Holiday Inn, before we could even check in the lads had found a bar and ordered beer. Ian even found a Russia waitress to chat to.
I on the other hand also found someone to do more than chat with, which was just as well as her conversation skills were not up to much.
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The Holiday Inn just happened to be full of Spring Breakers, not sure exactly what they are but they seemed to be half dressed kids aged about 20. So who did we send out until 5am to party with them, yes Ronnie and Ian with a combined age of 112.
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The view from my room along Fort Lauderdale beach at about 6am, or 1 hour after our very own spring breakers got to bed.
The team photo before we set off, Ian is doing his best at holding his stomach in, since going out with the spring breakers he has found out that there is something else called a 6 pack. Below we all get the chance to show how grateful we are to be spending 10 days with Ronnie, our hero.
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Fred tries to secure a discount for the hire of the bikes.
Below on the US 1 heading north through West Palm Beach and Delray Beach.
We were heading for our first nights stop at the Marriott Resort Hotel on Hutchinson Island about 100 miles north of Fort Lauderdale.
The next day we again headed north on US 1 to Fort Pierce and then headed inland on the US 70 to Okeechobee where we stopped for breakfast. No sure if you have tried an Italian meatball with extra chilli 12 inch sub for breakfast but its not to be recommended.
Scatter cash Ronnie, alias Dancin Ronnie alias Popeye Ronnie fill ups at Fort Pierce, he has taken on board some of the dress tips he picked up in Daytona but can't quite take the big step and wear a G string, oh well maybe next year.
Below Ronnie shows off another of his little outfits this was what he was going to wear as he rode into Key West or as it otherwise known Gay West.
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Okeechobee is on the shores of the second largest fresh water lake in America, Lake Okeechobee. That said the geographical set up of Florida denied us of any evidence of this lake, except for lots of fishing boats on trailers. We actually rode the 78 around the lake but failed to see any of it, Florida being so flat they actually had to build an earth mound around the lake to prevent it becoming the biggest, but shallowest lake in America. All of which meant you could not see it from anywhere, except I guess the top of the earth mound, which maybe the highest point in Florida, who knows.
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Riding the 78, no sign of any lake here.
After the invisible lake we headed due south across the Everglades and as we were informed Florida Cougar country, to Everglades City and the Captains Table Hotel.
Above my bike for the trip a 2005 Road King Classic, below the convoy parked up somewhere in the Everglades.
Below three ways to wear a bandana from the right, correct on the head, correct around the neck, and left wrong, just plain wrong.
Everglades City is perhaps a grand title for nothing more than a fish destination. All anyone does here is sport fish, which means sitting in a small boat in the middle of a vast expanse of water with a pole and some fine cord. The only other occupation seemed to be that of a driver of an airboat, as there seemed to be hundreds of them waiting to whisk tourists across the Everglades. At 9pm the who City was dead, but come 4am it was alive with guys talking about their tackle.
From Everglades City we headed west along the 41, through the Everglades and past the smallest post office in America, we stopped to watch the many alligators in the streams by the side of the road. Our route took us through Homestead and across on to US 1. This time we turned south and headed along the Highway over the Seas to Key West.
One of the good things about this trip is how we all work together like a well oiled machine, everyone singing of the same hymn sheet, no one tries to do the opposite to anyone else.
Above one of the Everglades finest and below the beauty of the Everglades.
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Above the overseas highway to Key West, (US 1).
Below is the Pegasus International Hotel, our base in Key West. I think the only thing international about it was it seemed to be run by Russia girls.
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The Russia girls putting in another hard day at the office.
Below, once at Key West we tend to get grabbed by a magnetic force to The Bull pub on Duval Street, a lot of famous people hang out at the pub, you can see two below just in front of the guy in the tacky blue suit.
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After the bars, theres always the tropical beaches and even Americas Southern most point, right at trhe end of US 1, Cuba is just 90 miles south.
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After Key West it was a dash back to Fort Lauderdale to hand the bikes back in, then a taxi to Miami airport for the flights back home.
Below the team of 2002
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