Driving north on US 19 past Crystal River, I finally cleared the congestion of west central Florida. I got my first cup of coffee and played the first tune of the road trip, “Bat out of Hell” by Meatloaf. Actually I played the song four times. That was good for a great adrenaline rush. Although I suppose bats travel with much less baggage. I started to count up all the containers I had and was astonished to find I had 12. One box for food and snacks, one for emergency car supplies, one for bike supplies, a computer bag with laptop, tablet and cell phone, backpack, rear pack for bicycle, small rear back for under bicycle seat, shoe box full of CDs, ice chest, small tote bag, suitcase with all the bike clothes, and another suitcase for regular clothes. And that does not include the rooftop container or the rear bike rack. Oh, and two bicycles. I must learn to pack lighter since I am now on the fourth floor of a Best Western in North Little Rock Arkansas. Or I could get a RV and take even more stuff.