Back in FLA

I always get a 'warm fuzzy feeling' when I cross the state line into Florida, no matter how many times I do it. But what's not to like? I have the 'Killer Bs' here - Beaches, Babes and a Bike! I'm a very lucky guy and thank GOD everyday for the life I have.

I believe very much in Karma. If you do good things then good things will happen to you. And conversely, if you do bad things then Karma is going to get you. This afternoon I did a good thing even though doing the wrong thing would have benefited me. And no one (except me and Karma) would have ever known.

When you pull up to the fuel island at most truck stops there are two pumps - one on each side of your truck - because most big trucks have two tanks. The main pump has to be turned on before the satellite will work, even if the vehicle has only one tank and it's on the satellite side.

When I pulled up to the pumps the main pump was still turned on and the handle laying on the ground -- as if someone had used the satellite side, hung it up and left. They would have had to activated the pumps with a credit card. I could have stuck the handle in my tank and continued pumping on their 'dime' - but I did not. I'm such a good boy (sometimes).

Speaking of fuel, that is one of the negatives about Florida - the fuel prices. This incident happened in GA at the state line where I paid $2.389/gal. I had paid as low as $2.299/gal in MS yesterday. This afternoon, I'm passing stations advertising diesel as high as $2.649 although I have seen it for $2.499.

So, here I sit in Lakeland, FL ready to deliver first thing in the morning. Then I go 80 miles west to Treasure Island for the weekend and finish my floor. I've promised my Uncle in Idaho that I'd try to get up his way sometime soon. I haven't been 2-wheeling in the Rockies for sometime now. Sounds like a plan!