|Loaded down for the coast to coast dash|
No matter, once on course and onto one of my favorite back roads, I bumped the SR up to an indicated 65 MPH. This is a speed the SR can handle with no trouble, but it is right at the point it begins to vibrate and let you know it is a bike from an earlier era. In this department the Suzuki TU 250 is quite a bit smoother. Still the SR doesn't put your hands or feet to sleep and your feet will not be vibrating off the footpegs the way some bikes use to do to us.
I pulled into the Lone Cabbage to see my efforts were in vain, Gary was there waiting for me and enjoying the sunrise.
|A final look at the map before heading to Cocoa Beach.|
After taking a couple photos, we were ready to head east to our journeys' starting point near Cocoa Beach, Florida. We could see rain clouds moving toward us from the coast, but we knew we had time before the sea breeze picked up and moved much real rain inland. We were wrong...
|The Atlantic Ocean just beyond the green hedge behind the bikes|
|A grey lonely day to be on the ocean|
After enjoying the morning rain we hopped on our bikes and headed west toward our destination of Bayport on the west coast - of Florida. We slipped out of town on highway 520 and picked up Nova Road as we headed for our breakfast destination of St. Cloud, Florida. We rode out of the rain a few miles west of the coast line and had super weather most of the rest of the day.
We skirted south of Kissimmee on Dean Still Road, after crossing highway 27 we came upon a hang gliderport called Wallaby Ranch. We stopped for just a few minutes, but not much was going on as the day was still young and the thermals had not started to pop. I didn't think to take pictures, but the place is impressive and the people are super friendly, so if hang gliding is your pastime you might want to look this place up.
West of 27, Dean Still Road takes on the look of old Florida. There is a lot of open country, a few cattle grazing and plenty of swamp. The road twists and bends as it works the high ground westward. The further west we rode the closer to the Green Swamp we got. To skirt the thickest part of the swamp we turned north on highway 33 , we turned then west and north again on Lake Erie Road and route 565. This area is all nice and lightly traveled. The roads wind through very pleasant and rural countryside.
Near the town of Masvotte we picked up route 48 and transitioned to 476. 476 takes you across the north end of the Green Swamp.
As we neared our destination of Bayport on the west coast of Florida, we could see afternoon thundershowers developing to the north west. Once again, the sea breeze off the gulf was pushing rain toward us. It looked like it would be a race with the rain.
Bayport is now a ghost town or at least semi-ghost town. It was formed on the coast near where the Weeki Wachee and Mud rivers converge. The area was an important small port for shipping foods and supplies prior to the civil war. A battery was built to protect the area during the war and bits of that battery can still be seen at the Bayport Park. The park is about all that remains of the old town of Bayport.
We raced toward the park as lightning pitchforked down just a few miles to our north. We stopped just long enough to snap a couple photos for proof that we rode two smallish, 400 & 500cc, bikes coast to coast. We then had to race back inland to get around the east side of the thunderstorm and hopefully make it to the campsite at Chassahowitzka springs campground.
|Bayport Park on the west coast of Florida|
|Chassahowitzka Springs area|
On Sunday morning we packed up and the girls headed home with the camping gear and we wandered our way home on the bikes. A very super and memorable weekend!