Rollin' in my 5.0With my rag top down so my hair can blow
Ok. I've sunken to a new low. I'm quoting Vanilla Ice. But hey, how many times can you say...
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead, Yo!
So I continued to... A1A -- Beachfront Avenue!
...and really mean it? As soon as I busted that left onto the A1A Highway, it was high school all over again! Dun-dun-dun dun-dun dun-dun. Ice ice baby too cold too cold. Hey, I really liked that song back in the day. And don't tell me you didn't want those stripes on the side of your head too. 
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. I don't see any girls wearing less than bikinis, but the drive is nice and I do see a couple of Lamborghinis. Funny thing is, as we're on the A1A, this Miami radio station is playing Stevie B. Earlier today I heard Timmy T. All they need to do now is play Johnny O and the early 90's trifecta will be complete. Yeah, boyeee!
Anyhoo, today is our last day in The Magic City before heading off on our 3.5 hour drive to Orlando, so we decide to checkout the NFL Fan Zone along Ocean Drive in South Beach. Super Bowl festivities are in full effect with tents galore, free random t-shirt giveaways, unlimited Tide detergent samples, and a scheduled appearance by Tedy Bruschi. Ahh, Tedy Bruschi... the Wifey and I went to middle school with that guy. She remembers him trying to snap her bra strap back in the 7th grade... now he's got 3 Super Bowl rings, and I'd probably let him snap my bra strap if he wanted to. I wonder if he'd remember us. 
Hey, he signed my yearbook, which BTW, I'm thinking I could hock on eBay. But alas, there will be no Marina Middle School reunion since time's a-wastin and we gots to get on the road. Besides, some kid named Justin Beiber is giving a concert and we need to get the hell outta dodge before the crazy teeny-boppers invade. I don't get the appeal. C'mon, can the Beiber bust out lyrics like this:To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
I don't think so. Word to your mother.
Random Stuff:
Miami observations: No motorcycle helmet laws. Driving while on the phone is a-ok. People drive like maniacs. People are allergic to turn signals. Lots of big boats docked in front of big houses. Lots of open space here. Tolls for just driving on the highway.- Miami's a great town if you're into clubbing... or if you're about to croak. Unfortunately (or fortunately), we kinda land somewhere in between.
The drive up to Orlando isn't too bad, as we get to see much of the state. It costs us $9.40 in toll through Florida's Turnpike. $9.40 just to get on a freeway... sheesh! I guess that's why it's not called a "freeway" here. - Meeting up with Cindy in Orlando.
Sunset on Florida's Turnpike
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