Florida Roadkill Stop #2 - Last Chance Traditional Cache
Hidden : 4/19/2011
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Geocache Description:


Florida Postcard

Serge leaned forward in the passenger seat and tuned the radio in the canary-yellow ’72 Corvette. His yellow beach shirt matched the car and was covered with palm trees; his two-dollar sunglasses had ruby frames and alligators at the corners. The first four radio stations were Spanish, then blues from Miami, then Serge found the frequency he wanted as they passed the Last Chance Saloon.

“I just want to celebrate … another day of living!…”

Serge talked over the radio. “And what was the deal with Coral Key State Park? The place was a deathtrap. If it wasn’t for Flipper, someone would have died there every week. Can’t believe nobody sued.”

“Dolphins like to wear hats,” said Coleman, a [cigarette] dangling from his lips as he drove. On his head was one of those afro wigs painted in a rainbow. He was wearing novelty sunglasses with slinky eyeballs, and they swung and clacked together when he turned to face Serge.

“… I just want to celebrate … yeah! yeah!…”

“What’s that in the road?” asked Serge.

“Don’t know,” said Coleman. “Looks like something fell out of a car and that guy’s trying to retrieve it. Some kind of case … Well, not today, fella!” Coleman swerved over the center line, like Jerry Lewis running over Spencer Tracy’s hat in It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.

“ … I just want to celebrate another day of living! …”

And Coleman popped the turtle.

The pair turned around and saw a guy jumping up and down in the road, shaking his fists in the air.

“You [sicko]! Why’d you do that?!” Serge Shouted. “You killed a living thing!”

“I thought it was a helmet.” Coleman said.

“A helmet? We’re in the Keys! This ain’t [friggin] Rat Patrol!”

Serge plucked the [cigarette] from Coleman’s lips – “Gimmie that” – and flicked it out the window. He ripped the slinky-eyeball glasses off Coleman’s face and tossed them in the open gym bag at his feet. The glasses landed on the packs of hundred-dollar bills and next to the Smith & Wesson .38.

“Pull over,” said Serge. “I’m driving.”

Excerpt from Florida Roadkill by Tim Dorsey

last chance 3

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

Or ba lbhe thneq sbe sylvat jrngure qbtf naq gur T-Havg.

Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
-------------------------
N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)


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