I saw this piece of street art at Bayview Park and couldn't quite figure it out. A spindly coconut palm perhaps?
Florida has something like a hundred speciality tags which makes figuring out where they are from quite a strain. The tags are a way to raise money for particular causes in a state with no personal income tax and masses of assorted fees to make up the difference. I have no idea where the money raised by this specialty tag goes. These tags cost $25 a year extra and to get a design approved 5,000 people have to promise to buy one if it goes into production. Cyclists rule I guess.
Cat sleeping. Cheyenne stumped on by, not noticing a thing and caring even less.
Rain has come to the Keys, a very small dose, but the first moisture in months so I hope we can start to see plants reviving in public places.
It is starting to feel like summer, with daily temperatures in the 80s. It's tough if you wear a fur coat.
This Harley had a fur coat on the seat. I thought it looked odd, but American motorcyclists have a nationwide obsession with seat comfort., and there is a huge aftermarket in weird seat designs and accessories to make riders out of shape backsides more comfortable.
If this bike is ridden by a man I wonder at the resilience of his testicles. My Bonneville has a stock seat, fondly referred to by many as a plank. It works fine for me.
The Green Parrot Bar was apparently being patronized by many cyclists. I love Key West's overflowing bike racks. Every city should look like this:
Or this character who paraded up and down on Whitehead Street looking like Baron Samedi.
I have one of these growing next to my dock. I forget what they are called but Robert told me they are non native and grow like crazy.
If not riding bikes all sorts of people can be seen riding around town on scooters, the other practical means of transport in the Southernmost City. Lots of riders drag their feet as they ride, but this one was tottering up to the light with enormous heels. I could never manage to ride in such footwear:
I wanted to know what their story was as the marched up the sidewalk, an image of long standing commitment and rectitude next to the boozers at the Parrot.
See? Middle aged scooterists rule. Riding is not a statement about being cool, just the best way to get around town. Too bad the rest of America hasn't figured out what Key West knows.
Walk down the street in a bikini and you will get some wolf whistles from crass young tourists but she appeared practiced in ignoring them.
I failed completely to pop into the Parrot for a drink. I had places to go and people to see and if I drink alcohol in the middle of the day I fall asleep (which might be the point).
7 comments:
Nice finish to your blog today!
Frontal?
Laviscious on Fleming,
Chuck.
She strode past too fast for that. Drunks at the Parrot were wolf whistling.
Chuck via Mr Conch:
I think Michael has finally embraced the concept that "skin" sells, and it doesn't hurt to Look no matter how old you are
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
Bobbie: your blog features the arse end of a train at the moment.
Dear Conch:
Format change or not, you are finally gettig the hang of this blog business. Too bad the fad has almost run it's course.
As a study of people, this episode was without compare. The shot of the elderly couple shouts volumes. You should hve bought them lunch.
You have bikes in this blog covered from A to Z. Yey your assessmemt of the seat situation couldn't be farther from the truth. When riding, you're happy when yoir ass is happy. On the day when your ass, the repository for your brains, went numb, you ran your own foot over and dropped the bike in a mud puddle. (My brains are in my balls, but still I have a comfy seat.)
The nice bikini lady was very kind to show us her ass. If you found one, you can find 50. Keep it up.
By the way, the cheap premium gas around here (the preferred flavor for BMW motorcycles, the preferred bike) was $3.95. Sunoco had it for $4.20.
Cheap regular was $3.80. Sunoco had it for $3.95. The scooterization of America is about to begin.
And rest assured, that one good picture of a train is easily worth more than a chunky ass in a tight bathing suit.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
The Blog For Bikers WEho Don't Give A Shit About A Lot
Man! It's been a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time since I saw anyone in a bikini walk down any street - or even a beach, for that matter.
Hell. It's been a long time since I have seen a bikini, period.
Like the new Fast Format™ Key West Diary™. Especially the scooter parking segment. But Mr. Riepe is right—now that you're trying for maximum viewership, skin sells. Or attracts eyeballs, anyway...
__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
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