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Are some of you missing the beauty of Kitschland?  Well, in that case you can either look out the window at your neighbor's faded plastic pink flamingo lawn ornament or look at these pictures I took just before my trip up here.  It was another bicycle trip on the bike path from Largo to Clearwater.  It takes me 20 minutes to ride from here to there and the path is kind of neat:  it has sensors along the way that turn on caution lights to stop traffic.  Kind of like a train.  You just keep pedaling and piss off drivers.  How fun is that?  Tommy, my old neighbor from G-Burg and long-distance bicyclist could actually go from one end of the peninsula to the other on the Pinellas Trail going through St. Pete, Dunedin, Palm Harbor, Tarpon Springs, Clearwater, Largo, Seminole and South Pasadena for 38 miles.  Cool, huh?  These pics are the Clearwater waterfront and causeway bridge.           










Who knows, maybe Santa will bring me spandex biker pants and one of those nifty biking shirts with Michelin and some numbers on it.  I'll really look the part rather than my cargo shorts and faded T-shirt.  Hey, pssst, Santa?  Forget the spandex - bring me a softer seat.  

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