Finding a fire station was pretty easy, I passed a LOT of them on my trip today, could have stopped at several, just decided to get one before I left, at one end of my journey and go for the school at the other end of my ride and since there was another station with the door open there I went ahead and snapped that shot too. Since there are fire stations in almost every community of any significant size I figured this tag would probably be gone by the time I got to Marietta, but to quote Gomer Pyle, "Surprise, surprise, surprise!" it was still here when I arrived.
By the way, what a great day to be out on the bike. It was upper 70's around here, sunny skies and a nice breeze blowing, sometimes blowing just a bit more than I'd prefer as I topped a few ridges, but overall, very pleasant. I saw a lot of folks out riding today, even saw a couple on a Goldwing pullling a trailer shaped like a Corvette, cruising down I-75, they were nice and waved to me, the Harley riders I waved to just ignored me, what the heck? Most of the Harley riders I see around are pretty rough looking people riding with the Outlaws Motorcycle gang, and even those guys usually wave as long as they aren't riding in a large group, but these middle age executive types who go out and buy Harley's just to ride only on almost perfect days like this one are usually to rude to acknowledge anybody not on another Harley, why, what is their attitude problem? :??: