Just a skeletal post with just the pics in, will flesh it out a little later. Some of the pics can't be clicked on for enlarging, not sure why, will have a look at the html. It's pretty rough and ready so please live with the poor formatting for now.
The bike, chopped, stripped and ready to go:
The bike in naked race mode in the hotel in West Palm Beach, man it looks sweet:
Riding out from Arcadia on Day 3:
Woulda been a nice place to camp:
Da wee beastie!
Heading into the swamp, didn't take this road but stayed on the tarmac instead:
Riding out from Arcadia on Day 3:
Woulda been a nice place to camp:
Da wee beastie!
Heading into the swamp, didn't take this road but stayed on the tarmac instead:
Not everything is bigger in America! This is just by Zephyrhills:
It's a good way to cross a continent:
Clearly, someone disagrees:
This bike trail made me glad i bought a tricross, it was gravel with patches of soft sand, but the bike ploughed through both:
Construction roads no problem either:
The cockpit:
Reaching the Gulf Coast after about 400 miles or so. This was just after lunch on the awesome 137 mile day:
Yep, riding along the gulf coast sure is purty:
The mule poses seductively:
Just trying to make y'all jealous with some scenery:
Beautiful waterside hotel in Apalachicola, they gave me 50 percent discount too, and the room was amazing, ride over the water. I was very happy:
Crossing from Panama City to Panama City Beach, bridges are impressive and scary for a cyclist:
Riding from Navarre Beach to Pensacola Beach, road was closed, looked very post-apocalyptic, had about 20 miles to myself!
Post-apocalyptic refugees! Keep them outa my island!
Bike lane leading to the Fort Morgan Ferry (which never came) just south of Mobile:
Camping on the beach waiting for the ferry:
On a jetty in Gulfport, Missisippi
Gulfport beach:
Hurricane Katrina damage just north of New Orleans:
Crossing from Missisippi to Louisiana:
The Sunshine Bridge across the Missisippi, the scariest moment of the trip so far. Doesn't look like much, but it was like daring a monster:
Baseball knockaround, very professional stance, no?
Ross for some reason decides to play in his underwear, whilst Tyler does a mean Steve Irwin impression:
Cajun cookout, that's a table full of tasty crawfish:
Brandon, Hallie, Me and Heath:
Brandon, his truck and house:
3 comments:
Makes me kinda jealous, if it wasn't for all that cycling I would be there ;)
Good to see some more pics.
Yay! Photos!
Have you found 'Fight Club' yet?
all the best
Da.
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