Florida, March 2007
Laura and I drove down to Florida for Langerado and stopped outside of Daytona for the night. We found a place that I thought would be great to sleep, lots of trees and no one around. I was exhausted and didn't notice anything until morning. Meanwhile she listened to the sound of motorcycles all night, as bikers made their way in to town for Bike Week. Even though we were a few miles away, the roads are so flat there that the sound seemed immediate and it made her too nervous to sleep. In the morning we shrugged off the clouds and went to New Smyrna Beach where I remember drinking a particularly good latte.