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Motorcycle Adventure, 2012

Day 22, June 23, 2012, Saturday

As is normally the case when I have somewhere to go, I didn’t sleep very well. I was up at 0400 and on the road by 0445. I backtracked from Leakey to Concan and got on Hwy127 which took me to the rest area at Sabinal, TX on Hwy 90 to wait for it to get light enough to proceed at normal speed. At 0600 I made my way east and headed for San Antonio. By 0745 I was blasting through the city at 75 mph on an almost perfectly straight piece Hwy. 90 until it changed to I-10 with minimal traffic. By 1050, it was a different proposition going through Houston. Tons of traffic, plenty of maniacs and enough road signs to confuse someone from Skinquarter, VA. Fortunately there was some inspirational music on the radio. I got in the fast lane and 45 minutes later cleared most of the urban sprawl. Not a relaxing day on the road, but I had accomplished all I had set out to do in Texas and wanted to get a little further east. I saw a sign for Cowboy Harley Davidson in Beaumont, TX and pulled off the interstate for a look. Beautiful dealership with easy on and off access. I spoke to the General Manager, Joey Hardy; he couldn’t have been any nicer and it was a pleasure to chat with him. We swapped facebook pages and I told him I would give him favorable mention. After 463.2 miles in brutal heat at interstate speeds I had reached the point of diminishing returns and quit for the day in Lake Charles, Louisiana. I went for some chow at a place called Steamboat Bill’s and told the young fella I wanted some local cuisine. I got some crawfish etoufee. Undoubtedly some of the best unknown chow I have ever eaten. No telling what was in it other than crawfish and shrimp, but it was delicious. After a shower and some golden throat dust remover, I feel a lot better. I want to go by Waveland, MS and see how it looks compared to when I saw it right after Katrina when I was sent down there in ‘05. I haven’t even broken the map out yet, but I’ll figure it out later.
 
Approaching Houston, TX.


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This was getting closer to LA.


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Cowboy Harley Davidson


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Entering Louisiana.


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Lake Charles, LA


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Inside Steamboat Bill's


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Day 23, June 24, 2012, Sunday

When I got up at 0500 in Lake Charles, LA, I went outside to check on the bike and get some coffee. My glasses instantly fogged up and I couldn’t see a thing. Checking the weather channel it was 85% humidity. I don’t think I have time to go back to Utah before I’m supposed to be home. I got the bike loaded up and took my time as I didn’t have a huge plan for the day and got eastbound at 0700. At 0800 I saw a sign for Cajun Harley Davidson so I pulled off the interstate to take a look. Beautiful showroom, but obviously closed at that time on a Sunday. An hour later I stopped for fuel and breakfast at Grosse Tete, LA. I’m sure it means something, but I didn’t ask. I tried taking a picture of the tiger that inhabits the place, but he was holed up out of the heat. By 1045 I could feel the effects of heat exhaustion coming on and pulled off in the burg of Robert, LA. I got some ice water, pulled off the leather jacket, slathered exposed skin with sun block and put on the cooling vest. It was much better, but this is the first time on this adventure where sweat just poured out while standing still and doing nothing. I wanted to avoid New Orleans so I stayed on I-12 to the north. I couldn’t resist taking a ride across the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway and it was well worth the $3 toll as I will never be out this way again. That took me a lot closer to New Orleans than I planned, but I made my way back to Hwy 90 and entered Mississippi at the Pearl River bridge that was severely damaged when I was there in 2005. I rode through the little town of Pearlington and some of the homes had been replaced since Katrina, but others were no longer there. I rode around the area I had been in seven years ago and it was quite an experience. Many homes and businesses had been rebuilt, but many vacant lots existed where someone’s residence was obliterated off the foundation. I went by the Waveland Police department and spoke to an officer that was here when Katrina hit and it was like we had a reunion. By 1600 and 330 miles, I was exhausted and holed up in a motel in Bay St. Louis, MS. I went to a local restaurant that had been wiped off the map, “Trapany Eatery” and had a great meal. I spoke with a couple who inquired about my adventure and how I came to pass through Waveland/Bay St. Louis. I relayed the story and they thanked me for coming. They left before I finished my meal and when I went to pay my bill I learned they had taken care of it for my service to their community after the disaster. My faith in humanity was significantly restored. I don’t know who they were, but I certainly appreciated their generosity. Although it was an almost unbearably hot and humid day, it was an exceptional one in many respects too. This adventure is winding down and I am looking forward to being back home with my lovely bride who has been so supportive and my doggies. The only obstacle remaining is to dodge the unpredictable tropical storm Debby that is being discussed on the weather channel over the next few days.
 
Day 24, June 25, 2012, Monday

Reveille was at 0500 and I made a pot of coffee in my room. The Knight’s Inn, Bay St. Louis was the best room for the money that I have stayed in on the adventure. Again the weather was virtually perfect and I rode next to the gulf of Mexico as it was getting light to Biloxi, MS. before getting on the interstate. It was an uneventful day in the saddle and by 1530 and 417 miles later I arrived at my cousin’s and uncles house in Peachtree City, GA. We had a great reunion, food and golden throat dust remover.





Day 25, June 26, 2012 Tuesday

I got up at 0500 and by 0520 I made my way out of my cousin’s beautiful house in Peachtree City, GA. I was dreading the ride around Atlanta, but in retrospect it could have been a lot worse. A solid hour of big city riding is not my idea of fun, but sometimes there is no alternative. The rest of the day’s 352 miles were entirely interstate, so there are no scenic pictures. I arrived at my sister’s house on High Rock Lake, NC at 1300. The ride through Charlotte northward were the worse traffic I had encountered on the entire trip. Fortunately I heard of a five mile backup approaching Concord, NC on the radio and got off the interstate before I got tied up in it. I went through Kannapolis on Hwy 29 and the Interstate was clear after that. The road was two lanes and moving well until a tractor trailer broke down in the right lane and the backup began again. Luckily I was able to ride the shoulder and get around the melee before my engine melted. As is always the case when visiting my sister and brother-in-law, we had a great visit, great chow and plenty of frosted malt beverages. The last leg of the trip home is only 210 miles and I am really looking forward to getting there at this point.
 
Another nice Harley shop while headed back east.


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Plenty of swamp out in LA.


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Bridge across the Bayou.


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Riding the causeway was the best $3 entertainment I have ever had.


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The house that sat on this lot was obliterated by Katrina. When I saw it in 2005, clothes were 20 feet off the ground in the branches.


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This is the house next to the vacant lot. They obviously wanted to try again.



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The church that sat on this property was washed away, but this statue remained. I saw it in 2005 and it was quite impressive sitting surrounded by rubble.


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I'm not advertising for Walmart, this is the spot where the Virginia State Police command post sat when we came to assist local law enforcement after they were so crippled after Katrina.


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I stopped by Waveland, MS Police Dept. and spoke to an officer that survived Katrina and who was working when I was there with my team.


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I ate at the Trapany Eatery while in town and a couple who lost their house payed for my food and drink. This establishment was wiped out, but Jolynne Trapany rebuilt the place and I had a great chat with her.


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I'm getting closer to home.


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Me and my uncle in Peachtree City, GA.

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Day 26, June 27, 2012 Wednesday

I’ll come back later and fill in the gaps and details, but at 1325 I arrived at home after a magnificent 7419 mile adventure.
 
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