Punta Gorda - Parta Twoa

Just a country store in the middle of nowhere. But these usually have everything. And this one did.

The Beast, waiting till we plunge out again, ready to rocket through the countryside.

Anti-social, painfully shy, non-conformist or just looking for shade?

That guy on the left is the one who was riding the Yamaha sport bike I talked about yesterday.

More crappy video. It is best viewing if riding a bronco in a country bar.

A truck load of oranges. Picking season. Wonder if anyone would hire me?

I don't know how they don't get crushed but I reckon they know what they are doing.

These two octogenarians are holding hands. Guess they have a handle on the truly special things in life.

On our way to Harpoon Harry's.

Nice view from the complex. It is actually a shopping mall of sorts with things you won't find at a mall.

Wall art.

Another neat view. Boats come from all over and moor at this dock, shop, eat, and head on home.

Nice place to visit by boat.

Sidewalk art.

Nice place and good food. Too bad that obnoxious ass made it this far.

Some people know how to live.

Harpoon Harry's skiff.

Inside the shop area.

After lunch I decided to split. Took the Interstate back to St. Pete but next time might take 41 all the way up. Looked like a lot of stop and go traffic but more things to see anyway. All in all a fun trip and nice way to spend a Sunday.

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