Tail Of The Gecko, Part 2

Not exactly the twisties you'd find elsewhere, and Florida is relatively flat, but you never have to worry about snow ruining your biking plans.

Scintillating picture of us stopped at a stop sign. National Geographic stuff this sure ain't.

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An imprecise route to Inverness. We went through Tampa and headed up to Wesley Chapel. Through St. Leo and San Antonio up to Inverness.

Out in the hinterlands, it becomes a very pleasant scenic ride.

Out destination was Stumpknockers in Inverness. A stumpknocker is a variety of edible freshwater fish, most notably the sunfish. This must be the pesky nuisance species that neighbor Tim catches. Like he says, "Anyone can catch a big fish..."

No pictures but I had what they called the Tomato Plate. It was a light lunch that had at its base tomatoes, and muskmelon, then topped with coleslaw and crab salad. Damn good I must say.

Once again, I apologize for my filming efforts. This is my terribly flawed movie system that I tried to bugger out, but it is simply unacceptable. Back to the drawing board.

This is a godawful filming system and it won't be used again unless I work out the kinks. I bet a little sawing, a little duct taping, a little screwing at the BFE Repair Shop aka Community Center would fix this problem. However, since we don't have anything like that within 1200 miles, I'll have to figure something out on my own. Suffice to say, this gives you an idea of what traveling the back roads of Florida will provide. Nice scenery, exceptionally good roads, horse farms, open fields and some twists, but not many.

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