There was a mention by a reader, an eon or two ago, of a bunch of relatively new homes built next to the last trace of railroad tracks in Key West. Now that I have the Bonneville back it seemed like an excellent idea to go in to work a little early and take some pictures on the way:
For the Mormons living in the complex their church is located but a stone's throw away, in the rather undistinguished building half hidden from the road by the abundant vegetation.
For the Mormons living in the complex their church is located but a stone's throw away, in the rather undistinguished building half hidden from the road by the abundant vegetation.
The easiest way to find this side street is by first locating the world headquarters of the local rag. The offices of The Citizen are visible through the trees, half hidden by this fine motorcycle that happened to be in the way.
It was in The Citizen that I read a few years ago, of the new housing complex that was to be built, in the halcyon days of unbridled development, close to the last traces of the old Flagler railroad tracks across the island. On the north side...of...Northside Drive, there lies a well known physician's office, a certain Dr Boros who looks after people's hearts and makes an appearance from time to time in what pass for society pages in Key West:
The subdivision in question has a dozen homes or so, though I confess I failed to actually count them as I spun by on my Bonneville. There is a certain cookie cutter conformity though they are large by city standards: These "Key West style" homes have all mod cons, (modern conveniences) including...
...balconies, columns and white picket fencing, as well as granite counter tops I have no doubt, not to mention in some lucky cases basketball hoops:
And there is room enough to park a pretty big boat out front, which is a nice luxury in a city as tightly packed as Key West:
The path of the railroad tracks as they traveled west from the Cow Key Channel apparently ran through a mangrove thicket somewhere near here, though their location is lost to the passage of time, as far as I am concerned, though i did take the picture shown below. And anyone venturing into the "environmentally sensitive area" would likely get scratched, sensitively to death. Though there is a gate and it was open, almost as an invitation to self detruction on a 90 degree (34C) evening:
This home in the back of the little complex was actually for sale, in what i thought is one of the prime locations. God knows what unrealistic figure they are asking for it:
The entire complex of homes is little more than a couple of ess-bends in the street ending up in a wide turn around:
So I turned around and fled back to Northside Drive before anyone caught me traipsing on the hallowed ground of Flagler's former railroad...
So I turned around and fled back to Northside Drive before anyone caught me traipsing on the hallowed ground of Flagler's former railroad...
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"Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones, you better watch your speed"
Kidding aside, it is interesting how Flagler's Folley may have led to those halcyon days of development and growth. Without it, your string of islands may be very different than they are today.
Dear Conch:
Train buff tht I am, I would have shed a tear over what amounted to the crowning achievement of a railroad visionary. There should be a town plaza or something of that nature (The Flagler Memorial Topless Beach And Refreshment Pavilion) to commemorate the first succesful attempt to civilize the Florida Keys.
Naturally, the story would have been better if the new railroad had displaced an orphanage, an artists' colony, or the world's first organic farm.
Following the unjustifified attack on my rotund person by you and your savage readers yesterday, I went to a local fish monger and bought a shark steak. I thought it only appropriate that ate one of those before one got me.
If you get the chance, you may want to dedicate a future column to the Cayman menace.
I did 108 miles yesterday, largely at speeds in excess of 85 mph, to get my tires changed. The front brakes were found to be questionable too. I had everything replaced at a reputable shop by a certified BMW mechanic.
It cost $523,000.63.
Fondest regards,
Jack "r" Toad
Glad you have yhat bonneville back in working condition. Went to pick up my son at the airport the other day and a local triumph dealer had a bike on display at the airport. They make some very sweet looking bikes!
"Well, train, train, take me on out of this town
Train, train, Lord, take me on out of this town
Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's Memphis bound
Well, leavin' here, I'm just a raggedy hobo
Lord, I'm leaving here, I'm just a raggedy hobo
Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's got to go
Well, goodbye pretty mama, get yourself a money man
Goodbye, pretty mama, Lord, get yourself a money man
You take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave me if you can
Oh, take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave me if you can
Oh, take that train, baby "
Those houses look quite interesting. I'll be sure to pass this posting along to the real estate browser.
reep - Glad to hear the BMW's are becoming more affordable to maintain.
-Peace
There are (were)newspaper cuttings at the Art and History Museum recording how old timers in 1912 were grumping about how key West would be ruined by the arrival of the train. I think it got worse in 1938 when the railroad bed was transformed into a continous highway. And yes development followed each step. Which is lucky for me else I'd not be here.
If I ever attacked riepe for anything I apologize, more or less. It's just that holding up a mirror the barbs get reflected. Five hundred bucks for tires and a pair of disc pads? Those beemer people are rip offs. (I think thats what we're supposed to say though I am of the school that done once and done riught is worth paying for).(if you still have a job)
cpa whatnot- you didn't inlcue a picture of the Bonneville butwhen your car battery goes flat, then you are hard core. I managed that once last year on the Nissan. Then I fell off the Bonneville and racked up the miles. oh well.
I don't kn ow what the real estate browser is but I've got more listings to come. people on bicycles, realtor signs and animals are all over key West streets.
Dear Conch:
You are quite correct regarding the mechanic fees I paid yesterday. And I was actually delighted to pay them. My mechanic went over every inch of this bike yesterday and I will take this trip confident that everything is how it should be. In fact, my mechanic let me know that the worn pads on the front wheel were not the correct ones for this model K75.
I just had wanted to pay 1970's rates for getting them installed.
A guy once told me that when you bring a bike into the shop for tires, the job usually gets assigned to the kid with the least experience. I went to this guy because I know the person with the most experience does everything.
I just wanted to pay 1970's rates for the service.
Why? Because that's what people are offering to pay me these days. But they are washing their asses so I have less discomfort when I have to kiss them, in order to get their attention on payday.
Several of my BMW riding friends, who silently follow your blog, wanted to know when you had met me... Considering your assessment that it would take me a week to flee the water in the event of a shark attack matches their assessment of my bike dismounting procedures.
You are all throwing spitballs at a battleship.
Fondest regards,
Jack "reep" Toad
You need a) a new line of work. Newspapers perhaps, for a career with prospects and b) new friends who will learn that to know you is to quite like you actually. are they coming to key west? to carry you from bar to bar as I shan't.
real estate browser is a reference to my spouse weekly viewing the real estate listings in the southernmost city. (seems google was utilizing another account for my reply this morning).
I won't offer to carry reep from bar to bar either. My back isn't that good anymore, and I don't think the 1340cc v-twin could pull a battleship down the street. Perhaps we could enlist the tourist to play roll out the barrel with him for cash prizes.
I dare say that you are probably correct in reference to his ability to quickly leave the water. I'm guessing his time running such a stretch would be best timed with a calendar.
-Peace
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