A FlatLand Run to the Border

Saturday I road North on US19 all the way to the Georgia Border. My good friend Steve had ridden down for a visit on Thursday and was heading back to Snellville Georgia, outside of Atlanta.

I decided to give him an escort through FlatLand as we had not had the chance to ride together in a few years.

He was on his BMW K1200LT and I rode the GoldWing on this particularly hot & steamy day, under a heat advisory.

While the thermometer on the GoldWing indicated 97 f. most of the way up & back, the 90% plus humidity made it just about as comfy as riding through a Pizza Oven. The Heat Index was 112 f. according to the weather radio.  Just a touch on the warm side.

I wiped out my cooler full of Diet Mt. Dew while Steve drained his Camel Back along the way.

When we stopped for Petrol, I reloaded the cooler and enjoyed a few moments in the shade of the service station over-hang before continuing on North to Capps Florida and Interstate 10, just couple of miles from the Georgia line.

Steve continued on North toward Albany GA. as I headed back down US19 into FlatLand. By this time it was 2:00pm with the Sun directly overhead and with the steamy sauna like air that just sticks to you as it cooks you to the bone.

I managed to make it back to my little corner of Pasco County before I decided to continue on south to Largo to pick up some excellent take-away for Sue & I.

It was a long & very hot day for riding 510 miles that made me glad to roll into the garage at the Casa.

Steve made it home at 9:00pm Eastern and while talking to him on the phone it was still above 90 f. on my front porch. Such is life in FlatLand.

LATER

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