Starts off easy leaving Palatka along the river, cruising through quiet morning tarmac toward Hawthorne before pulling into Don Garlits' place. Rows of massive old dragsters-kind of cool seeing the actual iron 'Big Daddy' used to break records, even if you're just wandering through the sheds. The real meat of the day is Ocala. Cutting through that thick pine canopy, shade overhead, sweepers where you can actually lean the bike without traffic up your ass. Salt Springs is worth stopping at-crystal clear water pumping out at 72 degrees straight from the ground, perfect to cool off if it's baking out. dropping down past Wildwood into Mount Dora, the vibe shifts to winding through old-school Florida, passing the 19th-century Baker House and catching that random 3D Van Gogh mural slapped on a wall right off the visor. Good day in the saddle, no fluff.