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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
 
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Come on Dave...it's Sunday night, I am out of beer, and I need a good story to read. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/laugh.gif ALT=":lol">

By the way...hows that Phosphate odor..is it obvious and anoying?? I know that some towns up here in the north that have paper mills, the whole town and near by surroundings stink like hell.

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Mono inquires,"hows that Phosphate odor..is it obvious?"

No smell, but the giant dredges slowly eat up the landscape and the green scenery and some roads along with it.

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Damn! There was Fast Eddy getting a ticket.

We continued down the road and when it was time for the group to split up, some heading north and others heading south, I pulled over to the side of the road and discussed the route home with the other guys. Just as we were about to go, Fast Eddy showed up. He said he had gotten a ticket for 79 mph in (I think) a 65 mph zone,.........a $126.00 fine. He said he was going about 90 mph, saw the cop and hit the binders so the ticket wasn't as bad as it could have been. "If you play, you gotta pay." was his remark.

The group headed out. The Tampa area boys went straight and 929 Mike, Gixer Fast Eddy and I turned south on a country road. Fast Eddy took the lead and ran it up to a steady 90 mph.

Best wishes to all my friends in Cybeerspace.

Until next time,
Bogus Dave





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Dave....your about due for a race/roll on/ comparison test!!

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Late in the ride, 929 Mike signals me that he is low on gas. We retreat to a more modern gas station in the People's Republic of Bowling Green. I know that this station is an upgrade because it has the state of the art hand held face shield sponge/squeegie bug removal tool. However, no paper towels. Bummer, but we scrounge some and share as usual. We all buy gas for the trip back to the coast, grab a drink, and talk things over. GSXR1000 Fast Eddy gets impatient and decides to head home by himself, even though the group is all heading that way too. "I've got a lot of things to do at home", he explains. Eddy confirms directions with me and decides to take the the direct route home via the state highways. He says goodbye and leaves.

Five minutes later we mount up and head west on an orange grove road. 15 minutes later we come off the back roads and turn on to State Hwy 62. Almost as soon as we get up to speed on the highway, an oncoming car flashes it's headlights at me several times. This signal leads me to believe that there may be police radar ahead, so I slow the group down a bit to an excruciatingly slow 60 mph. Several miles roll by and I want to pick up the pace, but the prospect of cops ahead and a ticket make me leary.

Sure enough, there in the distance is a flashing light which as we approach turns out to be a county Sheriff. He's got someone pulled over. As we go by at the speed limit, a quick glance to my right reveals that it is a motorcycle and..........the blue and white bike looks familiar to me!

More later........
Bogus

</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub56.ezboard.com/bkawasakizx12r.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=davebogue>Dave Bogue</A> at: 9/2/02 1:35:36 pm
 
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