I really need to stop staying in such sketchy motels.  I think a good rule of thumb from here on out is to not stay at the absolute cheapest available from Expedia.  They’re always passable – I mean, I wouldn’t take anyone else to those places to stay with me, the arguments and complaining wouldn’t be worth it.  I’ve been in that situation before – for those of you who know, think Super 8 in Valencia/Six Flags Magic Mountain.  Last night’s “Homing Inn” was definitely one of those places.  I also had the pleasure of witnessing a 535 BMW pick up a very sketchy bottle blond bimbo in a hot pink velour tracksuit in the morning as I packed up the bike.  If Zap Brannigan had a trashy sister, that would be her.

Attempting to stay on US-1, I went up the coast along the various beaches.  Palm Beach was one of the nicer ones.  Those guys have some really nice houses.  But no way to take a picture w/out being super obvious.  What I should have done was stop and have a coffee at one of the patio restaurants.   There was one with ‘self parking’ that was filled with scooters.  I might have fit right in!

After riding past all those beaches, I figured I should actually stop for one.  So here’s an obligatory picture of my feet at Canaveral National Seashore.

Beautiful beach, if a touch ill conceived notion.  When I first got there, I sat on the bench on the boardwalk over the protected dunes and pulled the pics off the GoPro.   It was a touch cloudy and I figured if it was going to rain, I would just leave.    It cleared up and I took off the motorcycle gear and walked over to the beach and napped for 30 minutes.   Very necessary to recharge myself – but not well planned.  I had lost my sunscreen a while back and hadn’t replaced it.   Napping in the sun has led to some burning on the chest.   Worse yet, getting off the beach was a nightmare. I left my boots on the boardwalk and the sun + boardwalk were scorching hot!   Nothing like White Sands…  So I think I managed to burn the bottom of my feet too.

I rode through Daytona Beach – in retrospect, should have stopped at the giant Harley Dealership – they might have stocked a cruise control of sorts for me.  I made it into Georgia and pulled over for a bite to eat.  After seeing Krystal on so many highway signs, I thought I should pull over and eat at one.  It’s apparently the southern version of White Castle!  Very good little burgers.   The fries were a little ‘meh’.

Looking online, it doesn’t look like there’s much competition.  Most states have one or the other, not both.  From the people who have tried both back to back, it seems like Krystal’s Chiks are even better.  Basically little Chik Fil A sandwichs.   As good, if not better.  I went back later that night for a 3 Chik combo…