I left Ocala and headed south on my Yamaha FZ-07 towards the Keys, hoping to make it as far as Homestead. I stopped for breakfast at a random cafe along the road, where, upon asking for my check, I was told someone else had already paid for it. Huh? Does that happen outside of movies? A nice old man stood up and told me I looked like I was on quite an adventure, and I reminded him of an old friend. I assume that's a nice way of saying I looked like I lost a fight with a weed whacker, but whatever! It's cool! We chatted for a bit, and he told me he was a retired firefighter who had seen quite a lot in his life, and he admired my boldness for going it alone. Clearly he didn't see me considering peeing in my tent to avoid getting crickets in my hair that morning. Either way, he made my day, and Florida seemed much improved over the rest of the South!