I was in town and it was just too pretty a day to ignore, so I parked the car near the Yamaha outboard shop at Garrison Bight and Cheyenne and I took off walking. There was a time when I used to captain the boat in the picture below. When the sailboats weren't running I might from time to time take kayakers out in the pontoon boat. 
I am told that years ago (before my time- promise) it was used as a gay harbor tour boat with pornographic movies playing on a video. The captain told me he did a land sale business. Thinking back it's the sort of thing riepe should be bankrolling. Cheyenne is a garbage dog, it's just her nature (like riepe):
Angelfish Pier looks out across the inner garrison Bight Basin. Over there lies the Police Station.
Well, off to the right a bit lies my work place. I was off for a few days and not much interested in thinking about 9-1-1 calls. This is the bridge that spans both halves of the marina. It's called Palm Avenue and it has a thirty mile an hour speed limit (snowbirds please note!).
The bridge separates the sailboat docks in the north half of the marina from the powerboat docks in the southern half. The board shows the clearance at any state of tide under the bridge.
These guys were out looking for dinner and a cheerful couple they made.
She was doing better than he was. "We'll eat well tonight!"
The poor thing was upside down flapping feebly in the water bucket the last I saw it. I wish anglers would kill their catches promptly.
It was rather too cool for me to want to be out in the boat. Not everyone is so feeble.
In the distance the Navy Base with the bachelor officers' quarters.
And in the other direction the houseboats many formerly of houseboat row on South Roosevelt Boulevard.
The dinghy dock serves the boats out in the city mooring field though some of these residents have stayed too long for their own good it seems:
This is my idea foa trim little dinghy though it's ability to move through the water under oar power is compromised by it's lack of floatation in heavy seas.
These inflatables are the preferred means of getting to and from boats, as they are ugly but stable and modern fabrics last a very long time.
A close up of the bachelor officers quarters known for some reason as the Fly Navy building. the sailboats in front belong to members of the low key, low cost Key West Sailing Club. 
An afternoon flight out of Key West, propellor driven.
Cheyenne has gone off her raw hide treats at home, perhaps because she prefers chicken jerky strips, but a found raw hide in the parking lot got her complete attention.
While she chewed methodically I sat and watched the world go by.
It took all her concentration.
I saw this rather startling statement. At first I thought it was a Quebec'er with an unusually zealous outlook on life.
I am told that years ago (before my time- promise) it was used as a gay harbor tour boat with pornographic movies playing on a video. The captain told me he did a land sale business. Thinking back it's the sort of thing riepe should be bankrolling. Cheyenne is a garbage dog, it's just her nature (like riepe):Angelfish Pier looks out across the inner garrison Bight Basin. Over there lies the Police Station.Well, off to the right a bit lies my work place. I was off for a few days and not much interested in thinking about 9-1-1 calls. This is the bridge that spans both halves of the marina. It's called Palm Avenue and it has a thirty mile an hour speed limit (snowbirds please note!).
The bridge separates the sailboat docks in the north half of the marina from the powerboat docks in the southern half. The board shows the clearance at any state of tide under the bridge.These guys were out looking for dinner and a cheerful couple they made.
She was doing better than he was. "We'll eat well tonight!"The poor thing was upside down flapping feebly in the water bucket the last I saw it. I wish anglers would kill their catches promptly.It was rather too cool for me to want to be out in the boat. Not everyone is so feeble.
In the distance the Navy Base with the bachelor officers' quarters.
And in the other direction the houseboats many formerly of houseboat row on South Roosevelt Boulevard.
The dinghy dock serves the boats out in the city mooring field though some of these residents have stayed too long for their own good it seems:
This is my idea foa trim little dinghy though it's ability to move through the water under oar power is compromised by it's lack of floatation in heavy seas.
These inflatables are the preferred means of getting to and from boats, as they are ugly but stable and modern fabrics last a very long time.A close up of the bachelor officers quarters known for some reason as the Fly Navy building. the sailboats in front belong to members of the low key, low cost Key West Sailing Club. 
An afternoon flight out of Key West, propellor driven.
Cheyenne has gone off her raw hide treats at home, perhaps because she prefers chicken jerky strips, but a found raw hide in the parking lot got her complete attention.While she chewed methodically I sat and watched the world go by.
It took all her concentration. I saw this rather startling statement. At first I thought it was a Quebec'er with an unusually zealous outlook on life.Then I realised it was a Haitian driver with a Florida tag. I guess about all they need in Haiti right now is more blood. Zut alors! as French speakers used to exclaim in comic books when I was a kid.
The water pipe that runs down the Keys from the Florida Aquifer hangs alongside the roadway all the way to Key West.
It amazes me how these bridges hold up against the salt water corrosion, the wave action and the forces of nature in general. 
Surfing may not be big in the Keys but windsurfing when strong winds blow is another matter entirely. 
From the seawall Cheyenne and I strolled up the hill back to the Ford and we set off north for some exploring by car.
It was a productive day as we ended up taking and keeping 134 pictures which I've scattered in various essays on the different things we saw.
The new (1982) Seven Mile Bridge, the longer bridge but not as complicated to build in 1910 they say as the deep water bridge across Bahia Honda. 
Cheyenne woke my wife up, I wasn't home at the time, and when she went out to see why the dog was agitated she saw flames across the water and burning embers floating onto our home. She took our garden hose and watered down our decks and the dock (our roof is made of metal).
It was, she says, spectacular and the smell of incinerated home lingered over the canal for days.
Apparently there was no insurance on the home.
The burned out shell lingers on in limbo. 
It's obviously a BSA and I think it's an A65 single carb 650cc from the early 60's and Chuck got in exchange for a favor. Right now that looks like a deal but at the time it was running and I think it qualified as a "barn find" as motorcycle enthusiasts call them. I think it's fabulous.
This is the kind of bike I think about when I sit astride my own 2007 Bonneville and to see Chuck's looking so original gives me goosebumps. 
It's all arguable, and people do argue about these bikes even though the last BSA was built in 1973, but BSAs were frequently regarded as better machines than the sportier Triumphs. BSAs were solid and dependable which is funny because by the end Triumphs and BSAs were essetnially using the same engines with different names.
Another of those crazy barn finds, everything is original and perfect and frankly, beyond belief. This speedometer has the original break in recommended limits. The key is made in Italy, of the straight nail type so popular in my youth.
The twingle was supposed to be relatively economical on gas and dead reliable. This one has a carburettor feeding the side of the crankcase:
Two kicks and the twingle putters to life with a perfect idle.
However this one too starts on the second kick. A well tuned bike as it takes but a pair of...
That big bad twin used to have straight pipes when Chuck got it. The lightly baffled mufflers sounded excellent, far louder than my Bonneville, but Mrs Chuck wasn't as excited as the boys...
Look at that exhaust note!
