Thanks Andrew, Amazing how good a real camera can make pictures look. We took our time getting to Pants' house. We rolled up and the party was already going a little. John(the one from North Louisiana, He rides a Honda ST Double Dark) Mike P, and Joey's Dad all came out and greeted us.
Joey was making some serious Cajun food
Papa Joe, Pants' Dad getting himself some Grub.
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These are Joey's Pictures, my cameras has done enough damage to your eyes and this report.
We all sat down IN THE DINING ROOM and ate a civilized meal. With real silverware and plates. The food was the real star of the show
After Dinner, It was drink time.
Special Bottle for Special Occasions
Hand signed and dated. Batch 1 bottle 1. They actually had to make a label and put it on another bottle.
After a great night among friends, we called it a night and plans were made for the morning ride.
Joey Cooked Breakfast..........surprised there are no pics of this.
But a ride was in order and the bikes are ready.
We started out across the Atchafalaya Swamp and Basin area. This is at the welcome center. Good displays and information about the swamp there.
Somewhere, at a gas station Andrew bought me a Crawfish Pie. Rice, Peppers, and Crawfish. Certainly not as good as the meal we had the night before but decent eclectic fast food you will never find in the North.
I have little recollection of the actual places we went, but this is the Famous Place where Longfellow wrote a poem.
I always find myself in a state of conflict with regard to old plantations, While they are beautiful and grand, I never can forget how they became that way. My confliction is about how old plantations are revered, despite what they were built upon regarding slavery.
Regardless, the past does not represent the current state of grandeur.
The five of us headed over to the Swamp, it was something I was really looking forward to seeing. Nearby this pic, was a sign that said "Grosse Tete Bayou" I laughed out loud in my helmet and then had to ask the group when we stopped. Much to my disappointment, Grosse Tete means big head.
We did some Eagle spotting. I am not saying what kind of eagle spotting we were doing because it offends some of our hair follicle challenged riders.
John and I looking for Eagles. As I learned, Eagle sightings are rare in that area of the country. Here, I need only to head over to the river and we have at least 20 that are view-able at any one time. We do not get the pollution build up that the Mississippi brings to them.
It was here that Andrew and his Dad had to take off. I was sad to see my two newest Cajun friends go. They had a Family Reunion to get to. I am sure this will not be our last adventure together.
While blurry, this is a great image of Mr. Lewis. Ready to ride. And he certainly was. It cannot be overstated how much of a good time these two bring to the party. Maybe the best part is the fact that Andrew once he gets to know you, will flame/roast you any chance he gets. It is such a dry insult, it seems so natural. So if he is making fun or busting your balls, know that is a sign of affection. Do NOT buy that bullshit hard ass exterior. He is a genuine gentleman and is evident in his actions.
>>.........However, make no mistake, his Pops will put him in his place and even calls his son names. Once I heard Mr. Lewis call Andrew a "worm" Priceless
Just some Bike Porn. My ride is 12 years old, I bought it with about 30K miles on it almost 2 years ago. In now has 69.5K on it. Been to both Coasts and the Gulf and not once given me a mechanical issue. And she still looks good.
