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While being an official member of the BIR, there wasn’t a clan in the state of Fl. The founders of the club have that Scottish thing happening, so we have clans instead of chapters. After almost a year of trying to get the scattered members around the state together, we had a firm date and time for five of us to meet at Highland Hammock State Park. This was going to be a major gauge of my progress at a bit over 100 miles in each direction with few stops. As always, the bike was ready, and I even spent a few hours cleaning and shining to make a good impression on the guys I’d be meeting for the first time face to face.

July mornings are sultry to say the least, but riding secondary highways there’s just enough wind to keep ya cool. As I got out of town, and the traffic lightened, it was easy to enjoy the ride until I realized my eyes were starting to burn, and nose got stuffed…… I’m getting close to Alva and giant green houses that always set of the ol allergies. Once past...