Once inside Harold's, we had a go at a bit of liquid refreshment...the hard stuff mind you ~ water of the finest kind (COLD)...nearly seconds into our settlement, this bloke named Blaine came ahh strolling in after unwinding himself from a well traveled BMW RT...seems to have come from a northern area of rides a plenty ~ North Carolina to be exacting...

in the non-rolled over image, Blaine had a discuss with the group, whilst in the rolled over image, he shows his scoot and the scoot he is bagging for his young son (it is a trike resembling a GS 1200) that will find its home at gramps' la casa in Beufort, as he will push on to meet the Misses and aforementioned offspring in Daytona...our money is on him beating them to his second stop, though they left numerous hours if not days before him...