It was a terrific week in Daytona. We had a great time, saw some interesting things, laughed a lot, drank just a little. Now it's time to get on the road.
We had to unpack everything to repack. Over the week, we bought 3 shot glasses (for my collection), 2 beer glasses and at least 10 shirts. One of my favorites says "I Drove My Own to Trailer Week." Lot of people coming in for the final week are bringing their bikes on trailers.
We were away from the hotel just before 10, and headed north. Not much to talk about, except that there are a lot of stupid and/or crazy people out there. When traffic is doing 75, there's always one idiot that needs to do 90. I saw a few of them come roaring up the right lane, cut over in front of me, and shoot over to the left lane. Fortunately, my early-idiot warning system seemed to be in order. I just gave them the room, and let them go.
The camper trailers and busses push more wind around on the highway then the tractor trailers. I found myself leaning against the wind as I got around them.
We had one cretin that sped up to cut Linda off behind me as we entered the highway, then paced her, making it difficult to merge. She let me know she was all right, and she'd catch up. No problem. I just slowed down to about 68, and the jackass had to wait for an opening in the left lane to pass me. Then I resumed my speed, and it was his turn to cuss.
We also had the moron in the middle lane doing 67 in a 70. When I finally moved over to pass, he sped up and matched my speed. What is with people? Oh, well. I had plenty of power left, so I accellerated and moved back over, with Linda right behind.
We made our goal of Savannah, and we were tired. We found a Fairfield Inn near the airport and checked in. They must have a rule about walk-ins for one night; they only had the "Executive Suite" available for $99. Heck, that was cheaper than the "Executive Suite" that we stayed in in Brunswick on the way down. When he asked if we belonged to any rewards programs, I said, "AARP" and got another 10 bucks off!
The best part of this stay was the hot tub. The sore muscles disappeared quickly, and we dressed for dinner at the Sam Snead's Grill and Tavern, a very fancy place. We had excellent prime rib, and shared a Ghiradelli Chocolate cake with ice cream for dessert. Hey, we're still on vaca!
It's cold here this morning. We should be on the road by 10, and it's only 180 miles to Florence. I'm ready to be back in my own bed.
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