My wife and I hadn't been on the same bike for over 5 years. That changed last Sunday. We found ourselves with free time, managed to pawn our daughter off on the grandparents so we hit the road and laid down about 150 miles.
Ghost towns are hard to find anywhere near us so we took a slightly different approach and searched for an old airstrip a ghost road (so to speak).
From our house we headed toward what used to be Hillsborough Airport. Described in the 1982 AOPA Airport Directory as having a single 2,500' turf Runway. The field was said to offer flight instruction, rentals, hangars, and repairs, the operator was listed as Ed's Flying Service, Inc.
It is located southwest of the intersection of Route 92 & McIntosh Road. The access roads are unpaved gravel & dirt. All that remains of the airport is the cleared runway flanked by trees. There are people living alongside the runway (a couple hundred feet off what was the active), there are houses about every 4 acres. Now it looks like a long cleared pasture. Nothing of real interest to see anymore, the only evidence we could find that it was once a runway was the absence of trees and the flat smooth terrain which was unlike the surrounding area.
reference tag - http://www.airfields-freeman.com/FL/..._FL_TampaS.htm
Next we headed for Old Florida Route 2. From I-4 exit CR 532 east to Old Tampa Hwy, east of the railroad tracks on the right. The website I used to research was http://www.us-highways.com/brick.htm
We had hoped for a long slow ride for miles and miles through the coutryside, traveling roads once traveled by explorers on horseback. No such luck. We found the brick portion to be no more than 2000' long. The bricks bore no particular markings, perhaps it was the absence of markings that made them odd. The bricks were slippery because they were smooth and dusted with sand.
This stone marker welcomes you to Polk County. It is 4 sided and bears the same inscriptions on all sides. Except for the side facing the road which the engraver mis-spelled the word Citrus. Florida public schools to blame? hmmmmmm.
We stayed the course on this road, although the pavement changed and meandered through smaller towns we worked our way back to I-4 the long way through Haines City, Winter Haven and Lakeland. For a Sunday afternoon we discovered what seemed like a million people everywhere on the roads. Couldn't catch a break in traffic and I was beginning to lose patience.
We stopped for a break across from an orange processing plant.
And finally yes, here is proof. I'm just as amazed as those of you who know her. She refused to pose.
We didn't see anything all too interesting but had a great time just riding around. Chave claims she's much happier on the GS than she was on the Buell (yes, that was the last time she rode, when I still had the Buell) except for that one time on the RC51, but who are we kidding? That bike's not built for passengers.
So we're still on the lookout for the next desolate place to spend a quiet Sunday afternoon.