Upon returning to Gainesville, I bothered the police agan about my bikes. The lady office cop seemed slightly annoyed that she had to deal with something so unimportant and after she took the report I was told to check pawn shops and second hand stores for them. Obviously everybody was too busy doing police work at teh donut shop, so I had to do all the footwork myself. Hours of checking all the pawn shops in Gainesville proved fruitless, and I traded in my new piece of shit bike for a better one. Then I set out for Ginnie Springs, to meet up with Rhonda and Mike again.


I parked beside this big old tree.


It's hollow...


I stuck my hand inside and used the flash to see what was in there. Fortunately, nothing bit off my hand!


The hollowness goes all the way up the tree.


All the way to the TOP! here you can see the sky through the top of the tree.


It's a cypress tree. Fortunately, it's leaning AWAY from my van!


These are called cypress knuckles. I think they are all that remains of a long dead cypress. All that remain are the root tops.


That's my new bike.


I took some more pictures down by the river.