Saturday 21 Aug 2010 Five of us bikers met at 192 & 95. I wanted to ride around Lake Okeechobee for sometime (16 years). Actually, I wanted to ride around Lake Superior, but Okeechobees closer. I invited about 20 folks and only four real men rose to the occasion: Caesar, Joe, Jason and Steve. We went west on SR192, turning south on SR441. Stopped for a pic under the old oak tree and further south we trekked. At Okeechobee, we took US98 south. 112 miles into our trip, Steves battery burst into flames. Smoke everywhere. I took Steve to the local bike shop, they scalped him for a new battery which Caesar replaced, but alas, Steves bike and wallet were like a Ford found on road dead. We abandoned Steve, now a lame horse, and continued south on the dusty trail. We turned west on SR80, then north on US27. US27 is a four lane, boring highway. We were doing 70-75 when I developed a sharp burning, then breath taking pain in my gut. Heart attack? I now felt bad about leaving Steve. Was I next? I reached down to where it hurt and felt something crunchy. So I crunched and crunched and crunched. Pulling over into the median I found the crunched wasp that had somehow got inside my jacket. Stinging me two or three times. Not wanting to be abandoned like Steve, I fought off anaphylactic shock just kidding it was just a bee sting sigh we continued north on US27. We turned east on SR78 heading back to Okeechobee. As we turned north onto the 441 heading home we were surrounded by massive thunder storms. Into the dark we went. Fifty miles of rain storms we drove. Soaked to the core, we turned east on the 192 and headed home. Mission accomplished. And that aint no Buell!