RIDIN' TO THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS...
So it all started this morning in Vicksburg. We get a free breakfast at the Econolodge, but Nooooooooooo, Stacy has to go to Waffle House. Let's just say, it wasn't pretty. When she asked for extra syrup and extra cheese for her coffee they asked us to leave. It was acually a blessing in diguise because we beat it out of town just ahead of the motel manager, who by then had discovered the seven pay-per-view pornos we ordered the night before and that the credit card we used was over the limit. Close call - but thank you Waffle House!
We headed south along the Mississippi under clear skies and a blazing sun. In Port Gibson we rode east on a back road through one of the most beautiful forests we've ever seen - ending up at a burned antebellum plantation home (the largest ever built according to the sign) staring in awe at the few remaining columns and cooling our heals while the local sherriff drove by unaware. When the coast was clear we beat it across the county line to Natchez, Mississippi, ate lunch at Taco Bell and then cruised out of Mississippi and into the future - LOUISIANA!
The heat was almost unbearable when we stopped for gas in Baton Rouge. The air temperature gauge on the bike was reading over 108 degrees and the roads were steaming from the heavy rain just an hour earlier. Stacy ran into the convienience store and filled her top with ice at the self-serve beverage center. We weren't asked to leave, but the cashier did ask Stacy to sign his Dr. Pepper cup! We figured that in spite of the heat, it was best to move on since he was now calling all of his friends. We hit New Orleans around 4pm, showered, changed clothes and dissappeared into the crowds on Bourbon Street. We're here for a few days, or until local law enforcement runs our prints, so tomorrow we're sure the web posting will be particularly interesting.
Stacy ready for waffles, grits, cheese & onions! Kevin wandering among the antebellum ruins.
Stacy cooling her heals in the "Enchanted Forest." Political correctness is alive and well in Mississippi!
Where are MY waffles? I want WAKKLES!!! Ninny ninny boo boo! (oh, I lub you) - THE QUEEN
Ahhhhhhhhhh,goo,goo,gah,mamamamamamama,eeeeeeeeeeeeee, low growl - THE APPRENTICE (Translated to "I wan't some damn waffles too even though I have no teeth. Hear me roar (low growl))
Thanks. Now I have get my butt off the couch, turn off Days of our Lives, put down my bon bons, cigarettes, and tequilla and make some food for those kids. Great. Thanks. See what kind of influences you are?!?!?? - The Drudge.
:0) Glad to hear you made it to N.O. and can now rest for a day or two in your trailer. I am sure you can park the bike in the living room to keep it safe!
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I'm suprised to hear you made it as far as New Orleans. Aside from the miserable weather and all the pitfalls the average tourist can expect, I was certain you'd have been picked up by the po-po by now. Especially since I've been forwarding these posts to local law enforcement officials along your route. But apparently you've managed to stay one step ahead! (Are they all Barney Fifes and Buford T. Justices??)
Don't worry. While I don't intend to desist in my efforts to assist 'the law' in your apprehension, I'm pretty sure Stacy could distract them with some well placed ice cubes while you makes yours getaway. You should appreciate the sacrifices a woman will make for her man...who takes her on such fancy trips, eating at all the best establishments, and flying first class...wait, no. Nevermind. Kevin, when the police come, run. I'm thinking you shouldn't count on Stacy's sense of marital obligation to help you out. Have fun!!
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