Miami to Tennesse

Ken and I with motorcycle buddy and Miami tour guide extraodinair Martin.

A common site in the Everglades

Alligator Alley is right beside the highway, yes these alligators are wild!

Seven mile bridge in The Keys as seen in the movie "True Lies".

South Beach, lindisimo!

Miami, cruise ship head quarters.

Friendly people here in Southern Florida.

Sunset over the Keys.

At O'Leno State Park in Alabama swimming was definitely not on our minds.

Waiting on dinner at the Catfish Hotel, home of the all-you-can-eat catfish and hushpuppy dinner. It is a very popular spot in Savanna, Tennessee.

Here we are back in the States starting the return leg of our great America adventure. After a two hour delay sitting on the tarmac in Buenos Aires we survived the red-eye flight landing in Miami at 8:00 am Friday April 20th. Martin our Argentinian friend who we met last year in the Baja, he was on his BMW 650 riding from California to Buenos Aires at the time, met us at the airport in Miami and between the three of us we had the battery reconnected, the windshield and the mirrors put back on the bike, and customs finished in less than three hours. Thank you Martin! Martin took us on the condensed super tour of Southern Florida, we took a ride every day we were in Miami, the everglades and alligator alley, Key West and Key Largo, and a tour of the city that included South Beach where anyone and everyone must be seen.

Miami was a must stop for Suzie, she needed an oil change and a new front sprocket, Ken changed the sprocket from a 15 to 16 tooth to gear it up for the interstates we would be riding on the way home. Do you believe it 31,000 miles and the original chain (hopefully it will make it all the way home) and sprocket, Ken is the Chainmaster.

After our goodbye to Martin we headed northwest toward Tennessee. The weather has been pretty good so we camped in state parks along the way and did a couple of small hikes. We arrived in Counce Tennessee at Jean and Elaines place in time for the weekend which means happy hour down at the Baitshop, where the local boy meet for $1.25 beers everyday after 4:00. Elaine has been cooking up a storm while we have been here, some good home cooking, southern style, that we haven't had for a long while. A stop in Tennessee just would not be complete with out going to the Catfish Hotel, all-you-can-eat fried catfish and hushpuppies along with all the other southern greats.

People here in the south are real nice but many haven't left their home county so they just can't believe what Ken and I have done in the last year or so. We have to move on soon, the longer Ken stays here and tells his stories the more he is starting to talk with that southern drawl. I reckin I won't be understandn' him soon!

Bye fur now...Y'all come back now, ya hear!!!