I left Baton Rouge the next morning after finally convincing some big redneck asshole at the hotel that it was impolite to sit on a strangers motorcycle. Guy was 20 something with the intellect of a 12 year old. Im on HWY 10 heading east at, you guessed it, 100 mph. In my mirror I see a bike slowly catching up to me. Its a full dress and hes going about 120 catching up. I wait until I know hes right beside me and I sit up straight and give him a big thumbs up!. Its a Louisianas State Trooper on a State bike! Any vehicle entering a military base has a very distinct sticker where a Gate Guard can instantly see it. I can only assume this State Trooper saw mine and the Cal tag because he just shook his head and waved at me in the keep going motion! WHEW! Thanks Trooper! I spent the night in Tallahassee and got up early the next morning. Two guys in their 50's were loading a pair of full dress Goldwings. They left about 10 minutes before I did. I figured I'd catch up to them in no time. I get on the freeway and I'm going 100. I ride for miles and don't see the big bikes. I kick it up a notch and am zooming about 125 mph. Finally off in the distance I see the two old guys. They are hauling ass! I catch up and behind that big fairing theyre riding along comfortably at 120 mph!. Im getting buffeted like a sack of shit in a tornado. I couldn't hang with them!. I back off to 100 and they pulled away!. I was amazed. I made it to my hometown of Tampa that afternoon. I had ridden 2655 miles in just under 6 days. I went from 205 to 190 lbs hanging on to that bike during those 6 days. I hadn't been home in 5 years and had 30 days leave coming. Im glad I did it. Riding by yourself is dangerous. I forgot to mention that I stopped for gas once in the middle of Arizona. The only tree for hundreds of miles was on this property. There was a thermometer hanging from it that showed 115 degrees in the shade! The breeze at 100 mph was warm. I got rained on twice. Once a light shower for 5 minutes in Texas. And on the bridge from Tampa to St. Pete I was hit with a tropical deluge that a sensible person would have pulled over and sat out. After 30 days I got on I95 and headed for NYC. The toll roads around DC and Baltimore were a bitch. You had to stop every 2 miles. Take off your glove. and dig around for money. Like 8 times! I got rained on here too for about a half hour. That leg of the trip took 3 days and was uneventful. I'll never forget coming around a curve in New Jersey and seeing NYC for the first time! WOW!. Then as Im about to enter the Holland Tunnel I see a sign that says "Possesion of a gun automatic 1 year in jail". OOPS! I not telling. Thanks for letting me tell this story. The trip was an experience but I would not recommend riding like that by yourself. Theres a lot of freaks out there.