bikinkawboy wrote:
Yeah, one of those pink flamingos got in the way. I later ate it and it did not taste like chicken. Actually I snapped the shot off the computer screen.
That motorcycle in the photo reminded me of the 1973 Honda CB 750 that I drove from Delaware to Florida about that time with a tent strapped to the sissy bar and and a sleeping bag and camera bag with two camera bodies, a dozen or so rolls of slide film, and a few lenses behind me. Fairing and saddle bags were packed full also for the 3 week ride that took me down the East Coast of Florida to Key West, and back up the West coast, crossing over around Weeki Wachee springs to Orlando to camp out at Ft. Wilderness at Disney world while I took loads of shots there also before heading back up through I-75 (I had come down I-95 on the way down). Best ride of my life!