100CCC SS5K B2B
Day 2 (100CCC): Kerrville, TX to Jacksonville, FL
It was about 10:00pm when we checked out of the Days Inn in Kerrville, TX. Luckily west Texas was behind us so we didn't have to worry so much about deer. We went around San Antonio and got to our first gas stop east of San Antonio.
This gas stop I worked on the most. It was just a bad spot to find a 24 hour gas station around this area so I spent a lot of time finding this stop so that it fit our schedule. My diligence in finding this spot and suffering through the hail would all pay off though.
As we gassed up we noticed that the receipts sucked and we would have to go inside to get a decent receipt. As we come back out and start getting ready to go a young lady in a Lincoln Navigator pulls up and asks if she has to prepay. We let were know that you didn't and then she came over to see our bikes. She said that she had posed for a few different bike magazines but had never seen bikes like ours before. I think she was referring to all the farkles that were mounted all over the place on my dash. She also didn't know that they put TV's on motorcycles. I let her know it was a GPS, not a TV. She couldn't get over the way my bike looked and at that point asked if she could take a picture of it. I said sure and she went to get her camera.
Now at this point I'm sure Charlie is thinking let's get the hell out of here before this whole situation goes south but I was sticking around for this after that hail stormed he just endured. After what seemed liked forever she came out with her camera. As an aside, about the same time two guys pull in hauling a trailer and rip off a hose on the pump across from us. Weird stuff happening all at once. So as the young lady goes to take a picture she tells me to get on the bike, then she hands her camera to Charlie and she climbs on the bike with me. Then BAM BAM BAM! She's on the tank, hanging on me, and opening up her blouse. It had snaps instead of buttons, of course. The woman running the service station is looking out the window like she's about ready to break up the whole thing and call the cops but she stayed put.
Charlie wasn't having any of that for fear of the Cass retaliation. We were in Texas and I'm sure her spidey senses were tingling about that time. Charlie was a real gentleman and let me have a little fun. We did talk him into one picture with her, fully clothed of course, and then we were off. Now that was the most fun I've had at a gas station in a while. That sort of crap never happens to me so there was no way I was going to pass up that opportunity. What a riot. We said our goodbyes and she gave me her email and website address to me. Her name was Kelly Taylor and she travels quite a bit in her profession. She has a small part on HBO's "The Wire". We said our goodbyes and then we were out of there. We would pay a little for my indulgence later though.
As we rolled into Baton Rouge we hit morning rush hour. Some people hit it a little more than others and as we crossed the bridge towards downtown traffic came to a stop. We could see an accident at the base of the bridge. If we had come through 10 minutes earlier we would have missed it. Guess we shouldn't stay so long at gas stations. The interstate was blocked off and we sat there for almost exactly an hour before they cleaned up the accident. Now we were a little worried about making it to the east coast on time but we still had time. We just could not afford to spend any time doing anything else but making time to get to Jacksonville.
The ride through Mississippi and Alabama was short but you could start to see some of the effects that the hurricanes left. The ride across some of the long bridges was great. Things were getting greener and we were ready to be done with this leg. The heat and the humidity kicked up but the sun was ready to go down. Florida is another long state along the I-10 route but we knew at that point we had this leg made. We pulled up into Jacksonville with around 45 hours on the clock. That wasn't bad considering everything plus there were two of us.
Charlie had organized an ST-Owner.com patron, Dave Doolin, to be a witness for him and I asked a coworker, Kevin Jay, that lives in Jacksonville to be one of my witnesses. They both were on time and helped us take pictures on the shoreline before the sun went down. They signed our paperwork and then we decided to grab a meal at a chain restaurant where we met Pirate John who signed in as our other witness. It was bike night at the restaurant so we got to enjoy ourselves for a little while but we knew we were cutting into our sleep. By the time we got to our room which was a challenge to get into because they left the key in a lock box that we had to call a number to get the combo. We then had to find the room and unpack in the rain. I was so tired I couldn't figure out how to work the hot water on the shower and ended up taking a cold shower. Now I was WIDE AWAKE. So much for sleep. Didn't really get a lot but the morning was coming and we needed to head out.
Chapter 6: Day 3 (100CCC): Jacksonville, FL to Ozona, CA