St. Augustine is the home of the World Golf Hall of Fame and I’ve heard from more than one person that it’s worth the price of admission so I decided to check it out.  Overall I have to agree with my friends – definitely worth the price of admission. The road in and out of the Hall of Fame is tree lined and reminded me of the entrance to Augusta.  It’s not Magnolia Lane but it’s a nice entrance.I won’t go through the whole place but this was one of the coolest areas.  Every inductee has a locker and you could spend several hours in this room alone.You can take an elevator to the top of the tower an this is the view from there.  What you’re looking at is a replica of the 17th hole at Sawgrass TPC.  For a small donation you get a couple shots at closest to the pin; daily winners get into a monthly drawing and if you win that you get your name on a paving brick.I doubt that I would have been making a donation but the entry into the Hall of Fame includes one shot at the challenge – so what the heck.  I head up to the tee in my cowboy boots and jeans, looking absolutely nothing like a golfer.  132 yards to the pin, 90 yards to clear the water, I select a 9 iron.  Que the drum roll – I almost had to ask if a whiff counted as your shot – almost.  I managed to catch enough of the top of the ball to roll it off the artificial turf, two bounces through the grass and into the water without a splash.  They say every shot makes somebody happy – today it was the 15 guys waiting their turn.Back on the bike and northbound on A1A.  When you get to the St. Johns River it’s time to get on the ferry.  I met a couple motorcycle guys and chatted with them on the short ride across the river.  After crossing I headed north again but the weather needed to be considered so I stopped for a cold drink and consideration.  It didn’t take long for me to decide to abandon the coastal route and turn inland.  When I got out to the parking lot I saw this advertisement.  It reminded me that it won’t be long before Fishin is exactly what I’ll be doing.I’m leaving the coast for Waycross, GA.  The name of the town is something I remember from a song called Miller’s Cave and one place is as good as another so why not Waycross – and I got here just in time.  When I left the coast there was nothing showing on the radar here but I’d barely gotten the bike unpacked when the skies opened up.Kicking back watching it rain is WAY better than getting rained on.  I managed to have a very successful day today – other than my failed golf shot.  This is a short post so I’m going to share a couple sights from this week.  These are the two extremes of the motorcycle world.  The first is a very small scooter with training wheels and the second is a 48 inch chopper with a 95 cubic inch shovel head and suicide shift.  Even though it’s a rigid frame the guy that rode it from Michigan says it’s a much smoother ride than a softail and that the Sugar Bear front end doesn’t flop at all.  If I had a chopper, this one would do for sure.