If you’re in Florida, you know we have year round riding. And this is the time of the year when the bike fests are happening: Daytona, Arcadia, Leesburg, St. Pete, etc.
So when one of the regulars in our group mentioned Arcadia—a 70-mile ride through some pretty East Tampa backcountry—we all saddled up.
I met Patrick in Wimauma where a bunch of motorcycle enthusiasts were gathering. After sharing possible routes to Arcadia, Patrick and I rode down the 301 to Bradenton and met the rest of our group—Paul, Ralph and Joe.
We discussed the half dozen or so route options before agreeing to just play it by ear and skip any traffic. Done.
We rode east on the 64 to the Ona cutoff, passing by Herb’s Limestone Club, a classic motorcycle hangout. It looked a bit empty as most of us were heading to Arcadia.
We passed quite a few bikes, either solo or in groups, on the way. The weather was brisk when we started (low 60’s) and finally warmed up to 70. The sun was shining and it was a great ride.
Arriving to Arcadia, we paid $5 to park right off Main Street even through parking was free almost everywhere. We wanted the convenience of being close by and safety of having someone watch our bikes.
There were quite a few people up and down the street but not a lot of vendors. We grabbed beers and walked along admiring the many cool bikes. Talking with fellow motorcycle enthusiasts is one of my favorite things at these bike fests, and that’s what I did.
Since Arcadia is known as an antique town, we poked our heads into a few shops, too.
When we reached one end of the street, we popped into the old saloon for more beers. It was crowded and crazy—music blaring and people laughing. What a great time.
We headed down the other side of the street admiring the bikes and chatting with the other riders. A couple of us picked up the obligatory bike show t-shirt but that’s really all we bought
By the time we’d seen it all, we agreed on a Mexican place for lunch so we hopped on our bikes and headed to Blue Tequila about a mile away.
Full of good chow, we took a different way back, heading west, then north on Verna-Bethany Road. Patrick and I cut off on the 675/Rutland Road to Parrish and the 301 as the others took the 64 back home.
Maybe 150 miles round trip. A fine time was had by everyone.