Coast to Coast in 50 Hours – Day 6

Day 6 – October 23rd, 2018 – Byron, Georgia to Orlando, Florida: ~350 miles

My last day on the trip east concludes in Orlando, where I would meet my boss for a work conference. But first, I had to cover the 350-or-so miles through southern Georgia and northern Florida.

50 miles in, I stopped in the town of Cordele, Georgia. They may be selling themselves a little short.

No worries, there is something cool to admire in Cordele – a decommissioned Titan I missile. The weapon was donated by the Federal Government, and it marks the former site of Confederate Air Force Pad #1.

There’s 2 missiles in this photo!

Something else that was cool in Cordele was Big Joe. He was on his way from Michigan to Florida on a Harley with a trailer in tow. THe trailer pops up into a camper with a queen size bed!

Note the Georgia stickers all over the Corolla in the background. College football is a way of life out here – more on that in a future post.

There were two missiles in a photo above…considering the H2 SX SE weighs 577 pounds, are there two cows in this photo? Note the weirdly detailed veins in the udder.

I ended up encountering my first rain of the trip, and my tail bag was not waterproof. Thankfully, a quick weather check before I left my hotel this morning meant I knew this was a possibility, so I had snagged a trash bag from my room as an impromptu rain cover.

Built in 1975, this statue used to own the title of “World’s Largest Peanut”. Just 5 days prior to my arrival, Hurricane Michael knocked it over.

Obviously, there were bigger priorities to repair after the hurricane, and the local county commission chairman estimated it would cost between $10k-$20k to repair. As far as I can tell, it has not been repaired yet.

Not being able to split lanes is very annoying for someone that takes it for granted.

Who thought green was a good handle color for gasoline? I had to quadruple check to make sure I wasn’t about to fill the H2 up with some diesel.

When I met up with Neal yesterday at Waffle House to start our ride, I didn’t eat anything as I normally don’t have breakfast. I got so much grief on social media about going to Waffle House and not eating anything that I felt obligated to stop at the next one I saw and try something.

I still don’t get the love for this place, but at least I’ve finally tried it.

This is what I’m talking about. Indian’s press fleet manager appreciated my return to Waffle House.

Do you know the answer?

It’s 283,115,520!

Exploring back roads in Valdosta, Georgia.

Someone in Valdosta has converted a 10’x16′ shed into a tiny church.

Took a quick peek inside.

Finally got into the last of eight states on my trip east.

My boss is an avid golfer – he’s as nuts about golf as I am about motorcycles. Both of us had left the office early for this conference – I took a few days off to hit the road, while he flew out early so he could enjoy some golf. I met him at Arnold Palmer’s Bay Hill Club & Lodge, where I got a new record for the worst attempt to spell my name so far.

Havi = close, but no cigar.

While he finished up his round, I grabbed a beer in the clubhouse and caught up on some Bike-urious work. Looks like my most recent post was a Guess That Bike of one of Rusty’s bikes from Day 4!

I was bummed to hit a pause in my trip, but the Red Sox victory in Game 1 of the World Series against the Dodgers definitely helped my mood!

The gas log continues…