Surprisingly, we left Tallahassee this morning at our own pace without law enforcement or bill collectors chasing us.   It is Sunday and it is the South, so most likely they are all at church praying for us, but it's  probably too late for that.  The good news is that with everyone in church the roads were vacant and we cruised easily for about 200 miles just skirting the edge of an approaching storm from the southwest.  Under sunny skies we feasted on McDonald's salads, but just as we finished lunch the skies opened up and all Hell broke loose!  Maybe we should've gone to church afterall.  We scrambled in blinding rain with lightening, thunder, pestilence and the plague surrounding us.  With deafening thunder we pulled into the Knight's Inn in St. Augustine, Florida where for just $39 bucks we got a room for the night even though it was only 1p.m.  Hmmmmm, just what should we do couped up all afternoon in a sleazy motel? 

Get your minds out of the gutter - this is "G" rated website!  We're in St. Augustine!  It's the oldest city in the United States and it's on the Atlantic Ocean.  Guys, we made it all the way EAST!  The driving directions were simple to follow from Palm Springs - just head east about 3,600 miles until you hit the Atlantic Ocean and then turn left!  We did exactly that (with a few zigzags), and with 3,604 miles on the bike since we left 17 days ago - WE'RE HERE on the East Coast.   We know there's still a long way to go, but we never thought we'd even make it this far without having to retain a lawyer or two and pay off a judge here and there.  With all that money saved - and it being Sunday night - we decided to go out and celebrate (after we dried our clothes at a "fluff & fold!).

So when the rain passed (all too soon because the Viagra still hadn't started working in the motel room yet) we jumped on the bike and headed down to "Old St. Augustine."  After riding around for way too long on wet brick streets at 5 mph, we finally parked the bike on a sidewalk and guess what? - yep! - parking ticket issued instantly by officer Dave.   But after paying him for the violation (on the spot in cash!) he let us leave the bike there and wander off to find food and beer (mostly beer!).  We ended up at the world famous "Scarlett O'Hara's," where our server, "Sonya" from Bulgaria, kept the cold ones coming and even sold us a souvenier t-shirt.  God bless America and if the weather gods are cooperating with us, tomorrow we'll be seeing more of the good ol' U.S. of A when we ride to...

    
The Gods were VERY angry with us!                                         If you can't ride in the carts, why pay for fluff & fold?

    
Officer Dave let us park for free after writing the ticket!        Stacy recovering from the "shock" at Scarlett O'Hara's