
After negotiating a great rate in Amelia Island we were woken up at 7am by the fire alarm! Apparently the toaster and a guest had a disagreement about when the toast was done. The toaster won and decided to let everyone in the hotel hear about it. Surprisingly, most people in the hallway were laughing about. At least it got us up and out if bed. We've got a long haul today! Our goal is to drive the entire A1A coastal highway today, but with a race in Daytona it might be impossible.

I totally underestimated the time it would take. After 9 hours, we had only gotten to Cocoa Beach...half way through what could have been an 8 hour day on the turnpike. It was great seeing the backroads, but you can only look at a certain number of million dollar homes before they all look the same. So, we grabbed some dinner at Grandpa's Steakhouse. It's an awesome throwback in time! A couple of train cars attatched to a building, same owners for 32 years, and we even got to sit and talk to them. We ate like kings...prime rib and filet mignon. What a great place...right off I-95 in Cocoa. Now it's time to make some time and get on the interstate!
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