During the pre-ride inspection, Max noticed some cupping on the front tire. He wasn't sure what might have caused it, other than possibly over-inflation. I've experienced cupping in the past from underinflation, so this was news to me. I'll keep tabs on it for the rest of the trip, but I'll spare you the details about my fairly slow laps about the track... this is still Motorcycle Cruiser after all. After my morning's fun, I only had a short ride in me. Going east on Interstate 10, I hit major traffic in both Mobile, Ala., as well as Pensacola, Fla. Sick of working the clutch constantly, I finally peeled off with a helpful assist from my GPS to catch US-90 as it paralleled the 10, but without any of the hassle. Even if it ended up taking longer, with the slowdowns for towns, it was less annoying. The other perk of taking an old US route is that the hotels cost about half as much. I pulled into an old 40s era motor inn and checked the rate, fully prepared to bail if it wasn't dirt cheap. $40 was the right price, and that ended my day -- not quite 300 miles from where I started.