So Big, Mama Couldn't Get Her Mouth Over It!

An Elusive Fish Sandwich..How Big Is It?

She wanted to go for "a little ride", which turned into a six hour cruise.. a six hour cruise, eventually wandering into the little town of Bunnell, Florida, 10mi north of the sprawling Rossmeyer spread on US1, home of the "Bantam", a little hole in the wall with no inside dining room, just picnic tables & plenty of crumb-stealing blackbirds. A sunshine state thunderstorm, (oxymoron?), was brewing over the town, nowhere else, blocking our approach to this huge piscatorial delight, so we dropped in to the "Dog Pound", a biker bar on the outskirts of town. Eventually, it begain to rain there too, and this hungry biker's hope for a one pound pile of filets in between two buns was fading fast. After a couple of cold ones, the rain subsided, & we rode away, toward the innerstate, only to find dry road, like not a drop, so we did a 180, headed back toward town, to the point where you could almost smell filets being dropped into hot oil, but no.. we hit another round of heavy showers even before we reached the town limit, so.. no fish sandwich, which was to be a "research" project for Biketoberfest. One of these babys could feed two bikers (okay, two small bikers). Hitting the Krystal in St Augustine, we were jonesin' hard for the fish, settling instead for a sack o' tiny meat burgers which were good, but no match for the forsaken gut buster. By now, you're thinking, why couldn't you simply ride thru the rain? After she washed ocean salt off both bikes not even 24 hrs earlier? Wasn't that hungry..