Miami - Lake Placid - Venus - Miami
Our Sunday ride towards Lake Placid started early in the morning, as is tradition. Having refueled ourselves with some coffee and snacks in the Dinner 48 café in the town of Davie, we headed off.
We followed Route 27 past Lake Okeechobee. Though we’d been to the area and had described the beauties of the scenery many times, we couldn’t miss the opportunity to enjoy them once again. Rich greenery and bright colors make that area unique, and you find yourself wondering if you are still in Florida or in some world of wonders.
The roads we were riding were almost completely empty.
Our route took us through numerous small towns, and as time passed, we could see bunches of cars in local churchyards. Local families were attending Sunday services.
Those small sleepy towns are another Florida, another America; different from anything else, with its own way of life, its daily routine quite different from big city life.
Mind that we weren’t the only ones who had chosen those parts for motorcycle riding. We met experienced riders who knew those places perfectly and, like us, had decided to have a ride through the depth of the country and enjoy the peace, quiet, and the splendor of the landscape.
Our journey continued via Routes 78 and 31 towards the township of Venus, the birthplace of the Venus Project brought to life by Jacque Fresco and Roxanne Meadows. The project’s founder Jacque Fresco is 100 years old now. He has dedicated most of his life to the project to achieve a peaceful and sustainable global civilization via a transition to global “resource-based economy”, comprehensive automation, application of scientific inventions in everyday life and a scientific approach towards solution finding.
We were enjoying the ride so much we lost track of time. Only by the hungry rumbling of our stomachs did we realize it was dinner time already. We were riding through the city of Lake Placid and saw a bikers’ roadside café called Golden Corral. We parked our bikes and went inside. The menu was ordinary, and the food simple but delicious.
After the dinner break we turned back. Passing Lake Okeechobee by its northern shore, we rode toward the docks of Port Mayaca. Port Mayaca is a sparsely populated place named after the Mayaca Tribe. In November 2008, Cypress Lodge, for many years the only inn in Port Mayaca, was added to the National Register of Historic Places.
Further on our way, we passed orange groves stretching beyond the horizon. Our eyes were drawn to the bright orange fruits during the whole ride.
Having filled our lungs and cleared our heads with the pure unpolluted air of the American country, we turned our iron horses towards Sunny Isles Beach.
We returned with a new story about our road adventure, full of emotions and experiences, to share with our families and with you.
We are ready to have new rides, to discover new places in America and we are looking forward to being on the road again!