There was just enough ‘Winter’ in the air to warrant medium weight leather Saturday morning. Bessie is always frisky when the cooler weather sets in, its tough to hold back the throttle when the wind is stinging your face and invigorating your soul! Destination: Zephyrhills Car Festival and the Carlise Classic Car Auction. Yes…Paul is still looking for that ’66 Mustang. Sometimes I think just the process of looking for it is more fun than owning it perhaps. It is only a 60 mile ride - even for someone who takes all the backroads - but we needed coffee to ward off the chill halfway into it. Call me a ‘wuss, but the cold just bites right through me anymore; if it is below 70, I’m freezing. Just off 39S and 301 lies a huge open field known as ‘Festival Park,’ this morning the dust rose above the fallow fields, signaling our arrival at the Carlise Car Auction. I followed the antique pick up truck in front of me, past the vendor entrance to the general admission entrance. Al...
Bessie and Me - Writing and Riding