G
Guest
·My Friends
The players today were GSXR750 Glen, ZX9 Gary, GSXR1000 Eddy, ZX9 Mort, 929 MIke and yours truly on the red '02 Twelve.
We headed for south Polk County, the home of the Florida Phosphate strip mining industry. Giant machines called Drag Lines, the size of apartment buildings, use huge buckets to pull up the earth in search of phosphate which is then made into fertilizer. The mining areas are fairly desolate: no homes, no driveways, no traffic, and no cops. Most of the mine roads feature some fine curves, but you have to watch out for sand in the corners. We like to get out there and ring out the bikes.
I set up the ride route to do the most curves in the least amount of time. We ran a mine road to the end, then U turned and ran it in reverse. Not a smooth system, but in this case it was crude and effective. We stopped in the little dot on the map called Bradly Florida. No stop lights in Bradly,......just one little gas station with a couple of ancient pumps that give off a big hum when pumping gas. Real non digital numbers too. One of the ancient locals was present too as we all took turns filling up. He was chewing Red Man tobacco and talked and gestured incessantly. Funny thing was, we couldn't understand a word he said! Anyhow, he was friendly and seemed pleased to see all the machines. I sensed he was an enthusiast, a kindred spirit.
Later, when we stopped to wait for a train, I was chatting with ZX9 Gary. We agreed that the mine roads made for a nice Sunday ride,........fast roads and no cops. Then Gary asked me if my group ever got stopped by the cops on Sunday rides. I said no.
Now why would he ask me that today?
More later........
Bogus Dave
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub56.ezboard.com/bkawasakizx12r.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=davebogue>Dave Bogue</A> at: 9/1/02 5:47:35 pm
The players today were GSXR750 Glen, ZX9 Gary, GSXR1000 Eddy, ZX9 Mort, 929 MIke and yours truly on the red '02 Twelve.
We headed for south Polk County, the home of the Florida Phosphate strip mining industry. Giant machines called Drag Lines, the size of apartment buildings, use huge buckets to pull up the earth in search of phosphate which is then made into fertilizer. The mining areas are fairly desolate: no homes, no driveways, no traffic, and no cops. Most of the mine roads feature some fine curves, but you have to watch out for sand in the corners. We like to get out there and ring out the bikes.
I set up the ride route to do the most curves in the least amount of time. We ran a mine road to the end, then U turned and ran it in reverse. Not a smooth system, but in this case it was crude and effective. We stopped in the little dot on the map called Bradly Florida. No stop lights in Bradly,......just one little gas station with a couple of ancient pumps that give off a big hum when pumping gas. Real non digital numbers too. One of the ancient locals was present too as we all took turns filling up. He was chewing Red Man tobacco and talked and gestured incessantly. Funny thing was, we couldn't understand a word he said! Anyhow, he was friendly and seemed pleased to see all the machines. I sensed he was an enthusiast, a kindred spirit.
Later, when we stopped to wait for a train, I was chatting with ZX9 Gary. We agreed that the mine roads made for a nice Sunday ride,........fast roads and no cops. Then Gary asked me if my group ever got stopped by the cops on Sunday rides. I said no.
Now why would he ask me that today?
More later........
Bogus Dave
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub56.ezboard.com/bkawasakizx12r.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=davebogue>Dave Bogue</A> at: 9/1/02 5:47:35 pm
