I'll finish that trip to New Orleans now. All the picture have been gathered and there aren't that many. So..... Onward!
From Natchez Mississippi,the ride in to New Orleans was uneventful. South on 61 to 110 around Baton Rouge. From there it was I10 to New Orleans. This should be about a three hour ride, but of course...it actually lasted about 5 hours. A few minor detours, nothing more. Except for that stop on the I10 bridge at rush hour. Interesting, we all survived.
We hit New Orleans about 6pm on Sunday. About this time all the shops are closing for the day except bars and strip joints. We were looking for a garage to park the bikes in but they were all $15 per bike. We only intended to stay about an hour or two. This didn't seem smart. We found a spot on the street and fit all 4 bikes in the one spot. With all our gear on the bikes it didn't seem wise to let them unguarded on the street. Since I've been to N.O. several times I volunteered to stay with the bikes. Besides I could go into a couple of shops right by the bikes and still see them out the window. Actually, what I did was lay back on my bike with my dark riding glasses on and people watch. This was interesting. New Orleans certainly has it's share of unusual people. At the time I counted myself as one of them. A big ole biker seemingly asleep on his bike in down town New Orleans. Fits the unusual category to me.
So....Doug, Jim, and Tom, went off to explore a little of New Orleans. Being on bikes the bar scene wasn't exactly a good idea, the strip joints weren't exactly attractive either. So, after about 45 minutes, curiosity exhausted, they all came wandering back to the bikes. So....off we went. After leaving New Orleans the clouds started rolling in. The sky was beginning to look very threatening. It was no idle threat. When they finally let go it was a down pour. It was almost impossible to see and ride in that stuff. We finally stopped and donned rain gear, but it was already too late. We were soaked. We eventually rode out of the major portion of the storm, but it was never far away. We continued on to Hattiesburg Alabama. We arrived at our destination very late. The park offices were closed, but we did stay the night at the Paul B Johnson State Park. No pictures from here on out. It rained off and on during our ride. From Hattiesburg we moved on to Guntersville AL where we stayed at Lake Guntersville State Park. The evening was uneventful except for the robbery. This was the off season, no one was in the park. They told us it it would be 20 dollars next morning for a tent site. In the morning we were told it would be 20 dollars per bike. We was robbed!
From here we decided to ride as far as possible towards home. It was continuing to drizzle a bit so rain gear was the uniform of the day. Tom headed straight to 65 for a relatively peaceful ride all the way home. Jim, Doug, and I opted for the ride across to Chattanooga and then up 75 to home. We took some state routes, 11 and 75 into Georgia and up to Chattanooga. During the ride the rain would stop and start so it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The temperature however was dropping. With the occasional rain and the colder temps it was beginning to be some what miserable. We were riding for home at this point. It was decided to just ride on. The weather was not going to make staying out another night a worthwhile option. So on we rode Up through Chattanooga where we picked up I75. This would lead us right home. Unfortunately the temps were no longer biker friendly and the rain or drizzle / mist to be more precise, continued off and on during our ride. We stopped for some dinner in Kentucky at a Pizza restaurant. I was so cold I used the bathroom hand dryer to try to warm up with. It helped but not much. The restaurant served no hot drinks! I was crushed, I was sooooo looking forward to a hot chocolate, coffee, tea, anything to take the chill off. No such luck. After a short dinner it was back on the road.
Somewhere near Berea Kentucky the thing every biker dreads happened. A bike went down at highway speeds. Jim was leading, I was in the middle and Doug was in back. Traffic around us was clear. We were in a small bubble by ourselves with all of the other cars and trucks in front and behind us. Doug was going to pull out and pass me to tell Jim to stop at the next exit. When he accelerated to change lanes his rear tire just went right out from under him. Jim and I both watched his bike go down. We immediately started to slow and pull off to the side, all the while watching in our mirrors, Doug's bike slide down the highway on it's side. We could not tell if Doug was still with the bike or not. We got our bikes off the highway and were running back to Doug's now still bike laying in the high speed lane. At this point, all the traffic on the north bound side of the highway was stopped. As we approached the bike it became obvious that Doug was not with the bike. We were just turning to run down to the line of stopped cars and trucks to look for Doug when a man I had seen getting out of one of the cars came around the line of stopped cars, he was followed by another man. As they got closer I saw that the other man was Doug. He was up! Not only was he up, he was walking fine! First thing he wanted to know was if his bike was ok. Then he wanted to know if he had damaged his helmet. He did....a little tiny scratch about a 1/4 inch long. He wanted to see if his bike was OK so we lifted it and he tried to start it. The bike started just like normal. We checked out the major parts of the bike ad all were good. The crash bars took most of the damage. Doug said lets go, so we did. Extremely lucky. Some torn clothes, a minor scratch on the helmet, damaged crash bars, certainly damaged ego, but no injuries. Unreal! God watches over fools and children....I know we're in there somewhere.
I waved to the cars that were still stopped on the highway, and we started up the bikes and off we went! Just like that. Amazing, simply amazing!
The rest of the trip home was simply cold. The temperatures seemed to drop by the hour. Doug, Jim and I parted in our usual fashion on the highway as we headed in our separate directions. Since it was late, I stopped to call Marie and warn her that it would be me coming in the back door. I was so cold I could barely hold the phone. When I got home, I got into the shower and stayed in the hot water for 15 or 20 minutes. When I got out I was still shivering. Been a long time since I was that cold.
I stopped over to see Doug the next day to make sure he was OK. His rain gear was torn up a bit, a glove was scuffed but not torn, his rain jacket was torn, but he was OK. Sore but OK. Wow! What a lucky man.
Below are a few of our last pictures from New Orleans.
Certainly an interesting ride, all in all. The ride through Kentucky is always a good ride. The Natchez Trace Trail is interesting if a little boring. The side trips off the trail are worth the time. The overall trip was good but would have been better with less rain and no crash.
Six more states notched up on the bikes. I believe that puts us at 20 for the last 3 trips. I don't think we're consciously trying to hit any certain number of states, but we seem to be hitting quite a few. That's OK with us. 'Till next time. Check back on occasion. I'll write when I can and we'll ride when we can. There are plans in the works for a short ride or 2, just day trips, and then another week long ride to the east coast. There's also some plans for another longer trip fomenting in the minds. We'll see what happens.
Keep the wheels down and the helmets up.