I’ve done some extensive Florida traveling in my lifetime. When I was a boy, my father use to drive the family down to Florida for a couple of week’s at a stretch. We left Toronto and he drove pretty much non-stop right to the motel room. 24-28 hours of driving. We always stayed at the Tourist Trap over on the right there.
When I was 19 or so, my friends and I went to Florida numerous times. Did the same thing my father did; left Toronto and drove non-stop, 24-28 hours until we got to another Tourist Trap right below the first Tourist Trap on the right.
One year my buddies and I went exploring and made our way into redneck country. We stopped at a bar one afternoon and some dude tried to pick a fight with me. Things got ugly and he tried to bite my nipple off. I hit him with a pool cue. 50 times, or so. Good times, good times.
Everyone has a Florida story. I betcha even you do.