Lovebugs on the Lake Okeechobee Scenic Trail

I need to tell you a little bit about one of my riding partners, Anne Rodgers. She’s got a quarter-century or so of newspapering in her past, so she has, to use the old Civil War expression, “been to town and seen the elephant.”

She and Dr. Maureen Whelihan are working on a book tentatively titled Kiss and Tell, based on 1,300 surveys asking women ages 15 to 97 six questions about their sexual desires. Based on some of the interviews she’s shared, it’s pretty obvious that she’s learned a lot about things involving the juxtaposition of Slot A and Tab B and it takes quite a bit to shock her.

Look what they’re doing on my seat!

All of that didn’t prepare her for what she saw when we unloaded our bikes for a night ride on the Lake Okeechobee Scenic Trail (LOST) Saturday evening.

In the 60s, a popular wall poster showed a pair of ducks flying in a very friendly position, with the headline, “Fly United” printed over them. This is the time of year when the aptly-named lovebugs fly united doing their mating dance.

While we were getting our bikes to meet up with Adel and Everett, lovebugs by the hundreds swarmed around her bike, demonstrating a friendliness that disconcerted Anne. She was particularly offended by a Ménage à six or seven taking place on her bike saddle.

Lovebugs coming to a highway near you

Lovebugs, also known as also known as the honeymoon fly, kissingbug or double-headedbug were first spotted in Texas in 1940. They look sort of like a firefly, but without the flash, and with significantly lower moral standards.

When we first moved to South Florida in the early 70s, they were rare as far north as West Palm Beach, but they’ve since been spotted as far north as Wilmington, N.C. Two major flights occur during late April and May and during late August and September. We South Florida folks are often blessed with a third swarming in December.

Lovebugs don’t bite nor sting

They don’t bite nor sting, but their huge swarms – resembling, in a lot of ways, a black snowstorm – can clog car radiators, cover windshields and eat the paint off cars. They have very soft bodies which splatter on contact.

Because they’re so thick, they can fly down your shirt, under your helmet or stick to the sweat on your body, where they splash around like college kids in a hot tub on spring break. If you try to brush them off, they are so soft you’re more likely to smear them than remove them.

Fortunately for us, the bugs didn’t bother us much once we got rolling. The drought conditions that have Lake Okeechobee at a near all-time low have cut down on the mosquito population and may have dropped lovebug numbers slightly.

Lightning Over the Ocean

Anne and Osa and I were all set to do a short ride Sunday afternoon around 5:30. The temps were great, but the winds were in the teens out of the west, gusting to 32 mph. We were planning a north-sound ride to avoid the worst of it.

Just before I went out to pull my Surly Long Haul Trucker out of the shed, the sky opened up. I told the gals I was bailing. I don’t mind riding in the rain. I actually LIKE riding in the rain if I’m caught out in it, but I don’t like to START in the rain if I have a choice.

Bike riders can be SO smug

An hour or so later, Anne sends a smug email saying that she took advantage of a break in the weather to get in a 30-minute neighborhood spin. “Got misted just as I hit the elevator,” she bragged. “Now the sun’s out again!” To top it off, she followed it with a post, “Just stepped outside. There’s a rainbow over the Intracoastal, the sun is shining on my west side and it’s still raining a little bit. A trifecta!”

Just about the time Osa and I were exchanging emails lamenting our missed opportunity, the sky opened up again, the wind gauge looked like it was going to spin off the post and lightning flashed all around. We felt vindicated.

Spectacular light show

Half an hour later, Wife Lila looked out the window and said the light show over the ocean was spectacular. Foodie Friend Jan Norris posted something similar on Facebook, so we took a quick jaunt down to Bryant Park in Lake Worth where we could get a good view.

It took about 30 minutes to get our act together and get to the park, so we missed the peak lightning action, but what we DID see was awesome. It was far enough out to sea that we couldn’t hear the thunder, so I used Beethoven’s 5th for a soundtrack. It’s a cliche, but it seemed to fit the visuals.

Freakbike Militia’s ChopperNite 31

Wednesday was a perfect night for the West Palm Beach Freakbike Militia’s ChopperNite 31, also known as Robot Nite. It was cool without being chilly and the winds were calm.

Even better than that, everybody was in a good mood. One of the first cars I passed had a woman in it who was laughing, pointing and waving.

“Corkies” contribute to good vibes

The “corkies” who ride ahead to “cork” or block intersections also said they got good vibes from the motorists they were holding back. They’re getting better at this every ride. By dressing in reflective vests, looking semi-official and acting like they know what they’re doing, drivers assume that the ChopperNite must be some kind of officially sanctioned ride. How little they know.

Fountain area cleaner than before

TIII, the fellow on the cargo bike leading the group in the video said he and some volunteers stuck around after the main group headed out to make sure the Clematis Fountain area was cleaner than when the group arrived.

44-min ride reduced to just under 8 mins

I’m a little light on still photos this ride because I was concentrating on shooting video with one camera mounted on the bars and one mounted facing to the rear from the rack. You’ll hear me say that one shoots biker butts; the other, biker faces. Next ride I’ll try to move around more to get a larger selection of riders.

I didn’t know until I edited the film that I had captured a crash at about the two-minute mark. You can hear someone say, “She’s good!” so I hope all the rider got was a little road rash and a red face from embarrassment.

Robot Nite Photo Gallery

Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side of the image to move through the gallery. If you’d like to see past photos and videos from other ChopperNites, follow the links on my promo page.

Freakbike Militia’s Robotnite March 16

Thanks to a Kenny Prather posting on Facebook, I was reminded that the West Palm Beach chapter of the Freakbike Nation is going to hold the Choppernite 31 ride Wednesday, March 16. This event, named RobotNite, will form up at Southern and Flagler at 7, with a 7:30 pm launch headed in the general direction of Cityplace, then downtown to the old library site on Clematis.

It’s a family-friendly ride that goes about 10-12 miles per hour in a huge group. “Corkers” ride ahead to block intersections so the group can go through all at one time. Because the bikes and costumes are so unique and the riders so friendly, most of the motorists who are delayed take in the good vibes and wave and pull out cameras.

Still curious about Choppernites?

Here are a bunch of links to Freakbike rides and activities I’ve participated in.

Lights required, helmets encouraged

Since the ride starts and finishes well after dark, headlights and tailights are required by law and by common sense. Helmets are encouraged for those over 16 and required by law for those younger. Y’all be careful out there and have fun. I’ll be there with two newbies, Anne and Osa.

Atlanta Cyclists Pause in Palm Beach En Route Key West

Back in the Fall of 2010, I got a message from Kelly Bilak asking for information about riding to Key West after seeing a couple of Palm Beach Bike Tours stories.

We traded several emails where she said that she and two friends – Carol and Barbara – from the Atlanta area were planning to start in St. Augustine, ride down the east Coast of Florida to Key West. Kelly rides a Surly Long Haul Trucker. Carol and Barbara are recumbent riders.

Video of Atlanta Trio’s visit to Palm Beach

Bent, bike and tents in back yard

In the middle of January, I got a message asking if I knew of any place to camp in Palm Beach County. The county park they had planned on required them to pay for a two-day stay since they were coming in on a weekend, and they were going to be charged by the tent, not the site. It was going to cost more than staying in a hotel.

I offered up our spare bedroom, but they said they’d be fine camped in our back yard.

Long Haul Trucker with Click-Stand

I notice that Kelly’s Long Haul Trucker was being held up by a Click-Stand. “I read about it on your site,” she said. I was impressed that she had it made to match her LHT. I noted that she had copied my PVC pipe mount (attached to the the left side of the bike).

Kids grew up and the dog died

Barbara, packing her bent, said she’s been touring since she was 21. It’s gotten easier, she said, “once the kids left home and the dog died.”

Georgia mascot

Barbara’s mascot on her bent’s fairing was neat. If she’d spent much more time in Florida, she might have traded it in for a Love Bug or a Glades Mosquito, though.

Appearance counts

They arrived early enough to get a driving tour of the area and have a good Mexican meal. They were impressed enough with Palm Beach to decide to go for a side trip on the Palm Beach Lake Trail the next morning before heading off to Ft. Lauderdale.

Just because you’re sleeping in tents and sweating on a bicycle all day long doesn’t mean that you aren’t conscious of how you look. Barbara makes one more adjustment before heading off to Palm Beach.

Kapok Tree dwarfs LHT

The roots of a giant kapok tree near the Flagler Museum dwarf Kelly’s Long Haul Trucker.

Tree almost swallows bikers

Kelly and Barbara posed in the roots of the tree. While we were there, a mother and her daughter quizzed the women about their trip. You’ll have to listen to them on the video below.

West Palm Beach’s impressive skyline

West Palm Beach’s skyline looks impressive in the background. The Flagler Museum is on the right.

Palm Beach Inlet

We stopped at the north end of the island for the obligatory Palm Beach Docks photo. On the way south, the riders asked if I knew of any public restrooms since the morning coffee was looking for release.

I explained that the good folks in Palm Beach don’t provide things like beach access or restrooms for commoners. On our way south from the inlet, I suggested that we stop at the fire station to see if they would let some tourists get some relief. They were more than helpful and friendly. You might want to file that bit of info away for a time of need.

Donald’s Mar-a-Lago

The ladies posed for one last photo under the arch leading to Donald Trump’s Mar-a-Lago before I headed for home and they headed to the Keys. They made it safely home. You can see Carol’s photos and journal here.