Gunny, Mr. Sarcasm and I rolled out after breakfast at Snellgroves and headed north toward Ozello in the usual circuitous fashion. After an hour-and-a-half of twisting through the countryside, we made our first stop at the Hess gas station in Brooksville to download some coffee.
Gunny and Mr. Sarcasm in the Hess parking lot:
Leaving the Hess station, we headed into downtown Brooksville before turning north again toward CR 491. The weather was overcast, but that didn't hurt the quality of the riding one bit:
Gunny looped us all through the woods around Booksville until we ended up on US 19 at US 98, where we headed due north on the direct line to the Ozello Trail. On US 19 I got a chance to shoot a few shots of the guys astride their steeds. Here is Gunny rolling up the highway on his Triumph Trophy SE:
Mr. Sarcasm was riding his V-Strom again today:
We rode the Ozello Trail to its terminus at the water's edge. We stopped for a quick look around and Gunny took advantage of the opportunity to take a picture of me taking a picture of him:
We got a pretty good parking spot right near the restaurant and the water:
They've dressed the place up a bit since our last visit:
Out in the parking lot Mr. Sarcasm was the epitome of cool:
We elected to dine on the deck overlooking the water:
I did mention that the food at Perk's is tasty, right? We all chose the crab-stuffed grouper topped with two gigantic shrimp and served with fries, coleslaw, and hush puppies. Yes, it was delicious!:
Leaving the Ozello Trail we headed south on US 19 all the way down to Spring Hill so that Mr. Sarcasm could check out a new KTM dual-sport bike that caught his attention. This shop sells KTM, Triumph, and even Royal Enfield bikes:
The outside appearance of the shop belies the sea of top-notch bikes on display inside:
I like the look and retro design of the Royal Enfields, but they are just too small to be practical for me:
This is the KTM that Mr. Sarcasm came to see. As usual, his taste in motorcycles is impeccable:
Gunny kept getting in the way of my great photographs, so I asked him to move out of the way. This is what Gunny getting out of the way looks like:
We did luck up and found a motorcycle that was perfectly sized for Gunny:
Leaving Spring Hill we made for home via the indirect, country roads route. I split off from the other guys in San Antonio where they turned east toward Polk County while I continued south toward Hillsborough County. I ran into some rain showers in Zephyrhills and continued to ride in and out of rain the rest of the way home:
I arrived home at about 4:10 p.m., with 210 miles showing for the day's riding. Despite the overcast and the late rain showers, this was a great day of riding. I feel sorry for my northern two-wheel brothers who are snowbound this time of year. They were dreaming of their springtime rides to come while I was out riding in t-shirt weather. Ya gotta love Florida!