In the morning we ate at a local diner and picked up the route just south of Inglis. A quick question, why is it that so many people, upon seeing you riding a motorcycle, feel absolutely compelled to tell you a story of something horrific happening to someone that they know aboard a motorcycle? How is this socially acceptable? Would you ever walk up to a baseball player and tell them the story of someone that died of being beamed in the head by a curve ball? Or stop the garbage man and regale him with tales of dismemberment from the hydraulic apparatus that crushes trash? Ever felt the need to randomly walk up to anyone and tell them that you know that they could be injured or die because of what they are doing ? How is this a thing? Especially from one adult to another? I've never experienced it outside of motorcycling. Anywho, a man outside of the diner decided to do this exact thing when he saw Andy and I about to get onto our bikes. I responded by telling him that Andy had almost died a while back and then listing some names of friends I've lost over the years aboard motorcycles, ending with "Part of the enjoyment of living is taking risks that let you know you're alive. Thanks for the concern anyway.". Thankfully that was a conversation ender. I really appreciate the concern folks and I get that you just want us to be cautious but please, do keep that stuff to yourselves. We had to make up some miles so we'd be bypassing the Citrus WMA in exchange for some twisty back roads. I'll be back to ride you later... We met back up with the Withlacoochee to the south of Citrus. This area sees little weekday traffic and the shade was welcome. Day temps continued to climb well into the 80's. At one point you pass right under the I75 freeway. Haha, suckers! I kid of course but it sure is nice to be off the beaten path. A few areas to the south of Brooksville had been paved in recent years but that didn't spoil the view. Helloooo!! I'd love to have a cabin under those old oaks. A little slice of heaven on earth. We pushed south to Zephyrhills FL and stopped at a gas station for lunch. I had a funny experience while I was there in the form of being hit on by a young hippie girl that was my daughters age. I've gotten to the age a physical "shape" that keeps me from being hit on very often but this girl? Apparently she thought I was something special and was pretty blatant about her intent. I told her that I was married and that I was old enough to be her father which resulted in "I don't worry about age man. That's just a number. Your wife is a lucky woman.". I thanked her for the flattery , gave her a bit of fatherly advice in picking a partner and wished her luck in life then headed outside to eat with Andy. I was sitting there telling Andy about how funny that experience was when she pops around the corner and hands me a free banana/coke Slushie which I had told her was my favorite (how the whole conversation had started actually). I've got to give it to her, she was persistent! We hit the road and headed southeast back towards Sebring where we'd grab a room at the same cheap hotel as night 1. These old country lanes, how they do call to me. We ended the day in Sebring where we had a celebratory diner at a real restaurant. With a hearty "cheers" over some cocktails and a belly full of good food, we Ubered back to our rooms and planned the route for our last day on the road. .