I was trying to pay attention to the road, trying to keep my eye on my girlfriends daughter who, while having riding bikes and small motorbikes, had never ridden a scooter this far, this fast before. I was riding behind her in front of the tail-gunner and trying to keep an eye on the rear view mirror of my little Yamaha for the jeep that my Susan and her mother had rented to follow along. I didn't have much to worry about. Steph handled the scooter very well, she scared me twice (once where she took a turn to quick and stuck out her foot) and another where she was looking at the lovely countryside and not paying attention to the road and nearly missed a turn.
|My little island steed|
I went to ride somewhere new, to visit another country and see things that I may new see again. To explore history, to meet the people. For the community and joy of riding with other scooter lovers. I went to dip my feet in the bluest water, to buy things for family and friends...just to get away from the daily stress of life. To drink.
The guy that lead the trip I've ridden with once before in a group setting. He's and excellent leader, finding a pace that fits all the riders and keeps the group together in a tight formation for the most part. I admit I probably drove the tail-gunner (a guy named Jack) a little crazy as I often fell back a little bit to take in the Bahama's scenery and to give Steph more than ample room to steer. Again it struck me that I was more of a solo rider than anything.
We passed lovely old cemeteries, beaches, churches - one of which looked as if the hand of God itself and twisted the metal (I will link the ride video here once posted). I can understand why a lot of bikers get interested in photography...you want to remember these things. Riding alone I'm able to stop and explore and read the signs, talk to the locals. Groups just keep on moving.
We had lunch in a little local restaurant where a story was told that the owner of the scooter place received $1 for everyone that ate there on his recommendation. The food was good but frankly to Americanized. I would not have minded a little bit of the native food, a little taste of the islands. Instead I settled for a Sands beer.
I knew I would have to head back to this island. The Bahama's had impressed me in many ways, and I know I would return next year...only this time I would spend more than a day. I would spend time on the beach, time shopping, time getting to know the islands and the islanders. I would spend time riding.
Thank you people of the Bahama's. You made the trip wonderful.
As we headed back home to Tampa I showed off a local free attraction called "Spook Hill" to Sue's mother and daughter. They were not that impressed.
|The blogger and his "daughter" listening to last minute instructions.|
|Various riders enjoying lunch.|
More pictures can be found on my Facebook page.