Well I just pulled in...one lucky-to-be-alive sumbitch.
Hurricane Wilma, while still a good distance away from Central Florida, is throwing moisture all over the (ha-ha) Sunshine State, leaving roads slick over the entire damn state. Took a "quick" run from Lakeland to Cedar Key for some fresh seafood. Yum.
Got finished with dinner around 8pm and decided to head back home, via the Ocala National Forest.
After tonight, I'm convinced the FJR attracts deer. I've been driving Central Florida roads since the mid '60s and never saw deer...ANY deer...'til a couple of weeks ago when I spotlighted one with the FJR's headlights on SR471 in the Green Swamp north of Lakeland, Florida.
Now, tonight, not only do I "spot" deer, I'm dodging them like bugs on SR40 and US19 in the forest.
It's gotta be the exhaust. It's too mild. Like Bambi's mom humming a soothing beddie-bye tune.
Who makes a full system for this beast?
Anyway, right at 320 miles and only had to put the rainsuit on once. Cooled down enough to leave it on and only got a little steamy during the slow-go deer-dodging sections.
As always, the big guy took everything in stride and passed along 49.82mpg to boot. Wonder where I lost the .18mpg more I got on my Key West trip last month?
The bad thing is, he is absolutely filthy. Indescribably so. Not looking forward to the much needed cleanup.
The FJR is becoming some kind of drug addiction. NEVER in my 30+ years of motorcycle riding would I decide in the middle of the afternoon to drive 140 miles to "get some seafood", then take a longer, 180 mile route to get home.
God I love my FJR.