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Punta Gorda - Parta Onea


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On Sunday January 29, the Bayside Geezer And Their GoldWing Biker Club travelled to Punta Gorda and the Fisherman's Wharf.  Now, look up Punta Gorda in Wikipedia and you'll be amazed at all the translations possible for this city.  Punta is "point" or "pussy".  Gorda is "Fat" or "Fat Lady" or Fat Whore".  So, I was quite anxious to see what this place looked like.  Sadly, it looked like all the other coastal towns, congested, stop-and-go every quarter mile, with overpriced tourist spots.

Anyway, it was a nice day, and we had as big a group as I've seen since riding with these guys (and girls).  We had about 15 bikes and 24 people.  I thought, ah ha, with these many bikes they'll probably slow down a little.  Alas, I was wrong again.  No fat whores and no slow meander to see the sights.  At least we had a different mix of bikes today.  An old but restored 80's Honda 900, a couple of Harley's and a Yamaha sport bike.



 It is a lay down license plate installation that really improves the former billboard look of the rear fender area.  Now the plate conforms to the curves of the rear fender.  


This is my camera system that can only be called a monumental failure.  I have decided that the vibration of the bike makes this unusable.  As you will see from the downloaded videos that this is going to have to be mounted back onto the helmet.  I wanted to avoid that since this is an iPhone system and didn't want to risk losing it due to wind.  I'll have to hook it up to a lanyard in case the mount breaks away from the helmet.  


As always, starting point is Barney's of St. Pete in north east St. Petersburg. 


One fellow stopped by but didn't ride with us.  He had a cartoon of a Harley.  Plastered crap all over, decals of all types cheapened this bike.  Naturally everyone goes over to look and hope they were as nauseas as I at the sight.  


Here he has a duck warrior or something akin to it nailed to his front fender.  Notice the silver bird thing in front?


One guy brought his ancient Honda along.  Funny, though.  he restored this and its a 900 I think.  Well these guys drive so fast and hard that he broke one of his gaskets and started leaking oil from someplace.  He was a true douche, however, so I didn't care.


Lots of rider today.



Here is another pic of that obnoxious ass's Honda 900.


FLames on bikes, cars or blogs have never appealed to me. 


A Yamaha something or other.  This was ridden by an 80 year old.  Fit and a fiddle and loves this one more than his Gold Wing. 



A lady rolled in on her Harley and sported this helmet.


Nice to see one of these in the group.  Thought it was way too Gold Wing heavy.


Stopped for gas in the middle of no where.


Stretch your legs, get some gas and a pop.






More HORRIBLE camera system has been scrapped by the time you see this one.  Just posting it because it was all I had.  My kingdom for a good camera system that doesn't cost $300.  Tomorrow, Part Twoa.

Comments

  1. You're right.....I've seen much better vids from you. Get it Fixed. I want to hear more about the douche on the Honda. What'd he do to piss you off?

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