But the stirrings of cabin fever on this cloudless and chilling day had me walking between the garage to look at my bike and the room where my gear was flung to all corners. I was restless to the point of drawing undo attention to myself and risking wrath of being too energetic. I started to quietly pull my gear on, but still drew queries and a riding buddy.
I didn't want to make it a long ride. The day was getting a little long in the shadow. So that darn Georgia Tag was going to be my destination. It was probably 30 miles away directly through downtown and near that famous busiest of world airports.
It is quite interesting to see this little cemetery surrounded by the Atlanta airport. There is a runway just south and a taxi-way just east and north.
|Flat Rock Cemetery, Atlanta, Georgia|
For you out-of-towners:
I-285 goes around Atlanta. So all those pesky semi's that don't need to deliver to downtown can relieve congestion by going around the city. Not that it helps at all since they are not the predominate vehicle on our roadways. But I-285 marks a snobbish aspect of Atlanta: whether you live ITP or OTP. It is becoming fashionable to live Inside the Perimeter as the height of culture and prestige. And people that live Outside the Perimeter are inferior. Supposedly...
So...back to the tag. I decided to move the tag to the heart of downtown Atlanta Inside the Perimeter and alienate that many more people that don't dare set foot Inside the Perimeter. I put the tag in Oakland Cemetery. Mr. Oilburner says I am just evol. (No, not mis-spelled. Think about it...)
|Civil War Monument, Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta, GA|
We hadn't eaten lunch and were nearing the dinner hour. So we looked around for someplace to eat. Right across the road from the cemetery was Six Feet Under.
Adorned with great mermaids.
Wonderful seafood. You are correct, the onion rings are not seafood. Get over it. :)
And then the restroom had this awesome hand dryer...
|The Dyson Airblade...dun, dunh, duuuu!|
|Picture taken from internet|