Left the house this morning intending to get in a couple of hours of riding not caring where I was going just enjoying the morning. I think my R65 is possessed. It was running like a dream and before I knew it I was about 3/4 of the way to Tampa (one way is about 230 miles). I figured what the hell, its almost lunch time anyway. Rode into Ybor City and stopped at a little Cuban cafe for a lunch of black beans and rice, topped off with a cold beer and a hand rolled cigar on the patio. Spent most of the day in the saddle and just got home with an additional 500 miles on the clock. I swear that bike would not turn around and head home until it was good and ready!
