Modern Vespa

Attended my first Rally today and boy did I start on the wrong foot. I couldn't find my 12v plug for my GPS so I went blind. It was a direct run from Labelle, Fl. using 80 E to Old 27, to the town of Southbay, right? So why did I overshoot the park by 60 miles? That's right, 60 miles. When I passed the town, I found myself on 27 thinking I would come across the park as I looked for a bunch of bikes, but little did I know that I had missed my left turn about 20 miles ago, so I continued and decided to gas up at the next station before turning around, but, there was no gas in sight for miles and now I was at the point of no return, so on I rode until I hit Broward County past I 75. There on the left, about ten miles further, was a Murphy station where I was able to gas up.

Next to the station, I ran into a bunch of Harley riders who were hanging out in this nice Tikki Hut Bar. My MP 3 250 definitely looked out of place parked next to theirs, but I had to use the men's room before headeding back east to my original destination. One rider, who had a mouth only a dentist could love, approached and said: "That there is one weird looking bike." I don't know why, but all I could think of was how Ned Beaty came across two undesirable good ole boys in the movie, "Deliverence", so I quickly took a few photos and peeled out of there pronto while I was still ahead of the game.

I finally found the park on my way back and made it in time to take a chance on their raffles. There was construction on the road and that's why I drove by the exit previously. Some of the Gold Wingers were already leaving, but still plenty of people there. I would say that it was a success for them and the pavilion there had ample room for all so rain was not an issue.

In case you're wondering, no, I didn't win any door prizes or raffles.