Biking with George!

Even though he'll only be with us for a few days, George brought plenty of toys. After listening to the Cruisers Net, we headed to shore with the intent of riding to Pigeon Key. Part of that ride is along a 2.2 mile stretch of the old Seven Mile Flagler railroad bridge.

Just as we were starting out, Anna Marie announced that we she had a problem. Her crank was freewheeling. She couldn't peddle anywhere!

Goerge looked at it but couldn't see where the problem was, except to surmise that the hub was the probable culprit. After a few spins, it seemed that the crank would catch and then skip again. Anna Marie was able to get to the bike shop where we dropped the bike. He thought it might take an hour or so to get to it.We decided to walk to Burdine's for lunch. as usual the burgers, fish sandwich and fries were great.

We made it back to the bike shop in an hour and a half only to find they hadn't even looked at it. Almost immediately, the owner took it into the back room and called me in to show me that it was not skipping. I explained the problem and he decided to take the bike out for a spin to see if he could make it spin while under load. After riding it for a couple of blocks, he report that it didn't spin at all.

Anna Marie took the bike outside and we were off to Pigeon Key. The bike performed normally... Go figure! We rode out to Pigeon Key and stopped for a minute while I explained the significance of the place to George. We then headed back, into a 15 mile per hour head wind. We made it back to the marina in time to head out in the truck.

We want to check out the prices for boat storage at the Driftwood Marina. As it turns out, they are very reasonable, perhaps the best boat storage rates in Marathon.

We then made our way to Sparkey's where we met the Fritz's, Funston's, Elder's and Michalsky's for happy hour shrimp. The waitress was a bite skeptical when we ordered 11 dozen shrimp and three dozen wings for the table. We managed to eat most of the food while having a greet visit. The Elder's and Michalsky's haven't seen George in about fifteen years!

After dinner, we went back to the marina where we launched George's kayak. He paddled back to the boat while Anna Marie and I rode back in the dinghy. We enjoyed some popcorn while watching George's DVD of the Whispering Palms Jammers. WPJ is  a group of musicians from the Whispering Palms RV Resort that George and Pat winter in while in Florida.

By 2300 hours, it was well past George's bedtime. He hit the sack, and Anna marie and I we're too far behind!