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The day began with pea soup fog.
Now, you ain't see fog till you seen South Louisiana bayou fog.
We all met at Performance Powersports in Houma, Louisiana on Saturday 12/6/14 for our inaugural ride for Southern Bayou Riders....our new Indian Owners Group.
I can't begin to list names but I can tell ya that everyone there had more teeth than me. They was all grinnin like a mule eating briar, happy to be there and very friendly. Instead of paying attention to names, I was busy thinking of the next lie I was gonna tell em.
Just imagine 8 Indians being cut loose to go on the warpath down here in the swamps...man, did we turn some heads.
We was supposed to do the kick stand up thing for 9:30 but ya know how we are...off to a late start. That's probably a good thing too. By the time we rolled out the fog had lifted to a battleship grey sky and a light breeze.
Thundering through the cane fields and bayous, I'm lost like hell and just following the tail light in front of me. We come up on this huge bridge over the Mississippi River....The Sunshine Bridge.....Let me tell you one damn thing, If I never have to go over that bridge again, it will be too soon.
We had to stop at the foot of this bridge, like it was our last chance to change our minds...like, do you really want to do this? Before I could chicken out...away we went. There were tarps hanging from this bridge as they were in the process of sandblasting and painting it. I had on my sunglasses cause I'm cool. Once I got up there, it was darker than the devils heart. I couldn't see anything, as in totally blind. I stuck my feet out to each side and when my boot hit the guard rail then I whipped the bars to the other side....I went through that bridge like a pin ball, bounding from one guard rail to the other. I was so scared I thought I was gonna puke...but I had a couple of bikes behind me...so I stifled the urge.
We met up with another couple and headed over to where we was gonna eat lunch. By now the sky was churning as the ceiling lowered. Like we were submerged in a cool electric gumbo, tingly and wet, that feeling you get just before ya get struck by lightening. Then a few rain drops. Then a light mist. And finally a cow on a flat rock. We were about 5 minutes out from the chow stop too....dang it.
I guess it must have been majestic to see us roll onto the parking lot. I know I sure as hell was impressed. Dripping wet and leaving puddles where we were standing. They seated us, right out there with the general population. What a feast!
As soon as we finished eating, I peeled off from the group to head back to New Orleans. The temps were dropping from the approaching cold front and I was soaked to the bone.
I had a great time and look forward to doing it again soon.
I hope the pictures post up....
Now, you ain't see fog till you seen South Louisiana bayou fog.
We all met at Performance Powersports in Houma, Louisiana on Saturday 12/6/14 for our inaugural ride for Southern Bayou Riders....our new Indian Owners Group.
I can't begin to list names but I can tell ya that everyone there had more teeth than me. They was all grinnin like a mule eating briar, happy to be there and very friendly. Instead of paying attention to names, I was busy thinking of the next lie I was gonna tell em.
Just imagine 8 Indians being cut loose to go on the warpath down here in the swamps...man, did we turn some heads.
We was supposed to do the kick stand up thing for 9:30 but ya know how we are...off to a late start. That's probably a good thing too. By the time we rolled out the fog had lifted to a battleship grey sky and a light breeze.
Thundering through the cane fields and bayous, I'm lost like hell and just following the tail light in front of me. We come up on this huge bridge over the Mississippi River....The Sunshine Bridge.....Let me tell you one damn thing, If I never have to go over that bridge again, it will be too soon.
We had to stop at the foot of this bridge, like it was our last chance to change our minds...like, do you really want to do this? Before I could chicken out...away we went. There were tarps hanging from this bridge as they were in the process of sandblasting and painting it. I had on my sunglasses cause I'm cool. Once I got up there, it was darker than the devils heart. I couldn't see anything, as in totally blind. I stuck my feet out to each side and when my boot hit the guard rail then I whipped the bars to the other side....I went through that bridge like a pin ball, bounding from one guard rail to the other. I was so scared I thought I was gonna puke...but I had a couple of bikes behind me...so I stifled the urge.
We met up with another couple and headed over to where we was gonna eat lunch. By now the sky was churning as the ceiling lowered. Like we were submerged in a cool electric gumbo, tingly and wet, that feeling you get just before ya get struck by lightening. Then a few rain drops. Then a light mist. And finally a cow on a flat rock. We were about 5 minutes out from the chow stop too....dang it.
I guess it must have been majestic to see us roll onto the parking lot. I know I sure as hell was impressed. Dripping wet and leaving puddles where we were standing. They seated us, right out there with the general population. What a feast!
As soon as we finished eating, I peeled off from the group to head back to New Orleans. The temps were dropping from the approaching cold front and I was soaked to the bone.
I had a great time and look forward to doing it again soon.
I hope the pictures post up....