Day Four

Houston, Texas to New Orleans, Louisiana

Mileage: 365

The next morning, Donald showed up at our hotel ready to go. Even though he rides a "non-Harley", we'll let him tag along anyway. lol! Batman had gone to visit his granddaughter for a couple of hours so we kept him entertained. I explained to him that since he was new to riding, he'd have to ride in the back of the pack. Why? I told him that just in case he lays it down, we won't run over him. He looked at me like I was crazy and we both started to laugh. Actually he rode in the "#3" spot.

Number one spot in line is the Road Captain and one of his duties are to, among many, lead the group to its destination and back in a well-organized, disciplined, and safe manner. The last in line is the "Tail Gunner". He keeps an eye on the group from the back.

Batman finally returned ten minutes before hotel checkout. As usual, we finally got back on the road just after high noon. It was sunny and warm, but leathers were still the uniform of the day. All was going well until just before the Louisiana border we it became cloudy again and the temperatures dipped at least 10 degrees. We stopped every couple of hours for fuel and to warm up. We were suprised to see theses low temperatures in May. We stopped at the Cajun Harley-Davidson dealership in Scott, Louisiana to visit with another one of Batman's many friends. She brought her camera and took pictures of us while on the road. As soon as she sends them, they will be posted. You know who you are. Thank you! Sludge did get a picture of me in my cold weather ride garb. I've scared little kids too. They smile and wave as they go by and as soon as I look at them with my skull mask, the smile turns to fear. It's funny. We arrived in New Orleans, Louisiana about 8:30pm.

Donald's friend, Jen, met us at the hotel. What a sweetheart. It was nearly 10pm by the time we got our gear stored and needed to have dinner. Jen made a few calls to find a restaurant that was still serving. She found a place that would be open and we piled into her little car for the trip there. After dinner, Batman, Sludge and I wanted to visit the place of our old stomping grounds, Bourbon Street, and she dropped us off at Harrah's Casino in downtown.

Jen is a total hottie with a great sense of humor. Oh yea, she's smart too! Donald, if things don't work out, put a good word in for me! The age difference is not a problem for me, but we're on other sides of the political spectrum. That could be an issue. lol!

So here we are in Harrah's Casino. Nothing but slots. So I walk up to one, throw in a $5 bill and on the second pull, I hit $9! I take the payout ticket and look for the guys. There's Sludge on a slot machine and he just hit $24! What the hell? I wanted to find Blackjack tables, but the only ones were in the high limit area. I wasn't up to play $100 hands. There was plenty of fuel still left to purchase for the ride!

After 30 minutes or so in the Casino, we walked the five blocks over to Bourbon Street. Suprisingly, the French Quarter looked the same as it did prior to Katrina. We did one lap and haded back to the hotel. It's 1am! We've got a 640-mile ride to Daytona Beach, Florida the next day.