Redfish Hunter
Gone Fishing
It is January 25th, the worst time of winter. Christmas is already over, it's bitter cold, always raining, everybody has the flu, blah blah blah...
Like alot of you I have not been riding my bike at all. Everyone in my (wife's) house has been sick, I've been working some overtime, everything is just miserable and dull here. I worked nights for the last couple of nights and thought I might have to work them through the weekend. I came in this morning, crashed on the couch and woke up miserable. Grouchy, aggravated, I then found out I did not have to work tonight. What? I don't have anything I have to do? The wife is at work, the kid is at school, well let's see what the weather is doing.
I open the door to blinding sunshine! It is 75 degrees F! My hands actually started shaking as I got my helmet and boots out of the closet. I thought about calling Dad but had an awful moment of selfishness. I ain't calling anybody! I am just going, the only one who needs to know besides me is the motorcycle.
Where to go? I only have a few hours of freedom...Hmm. Well, we had lots of rain a couple weeks ago and I know the water has not gone down. Where there is water, there might be curves... I decide then and there that I will not take any pics of water where water is supposed to be. All water pics will be flood water. The bike is filthy from riding to work in the rain but I am NOT taking time to wash it. I am just going.
An important note here. Since I did not invite Dad there are no FJRs in these pics. I am sorry, it is just my Honda. Don't hate me.
First I went down Ridge Road.
Then I went down Bluff Road.
I found some very lost Canadians. They were not very friendly but they lookeddelicious graceful. I wonder if they knew they were actually in someone's back yard?
Heading toward the levee I see a BBQ joint. I had not eaten there before and suddenly realized that I had not eaten anything yet today. That is one of the joys of working nights, you don't eat when you are supposed to. So, at 1:20 in the afternoon I had a Pulled Pork Sandwich for breakfast. It was not very good as BBQ goes but it did fill a hollow spot and even bad BBQ is tasty. The sauce was too sweet and the pork was too mushy, but I enjoyed it anyway. It did look pretty good though.
After working nights and no recent bike time I was not smooth or coordinated on the bike. The bike felt great as always but my control inputs were terrible. I decided not to push my luck so I rode like an old man on a Harley. Oddly enough when a really tight curve would surprise me, the bike would lean over, the suspension would compress and the PR2s would grip like glue. If I just let the bike do its thing, everything went smoothly. I love Sport Touring Motorcycles.
Not often you see this in South Louisiana.
We do have some nice Live Oaks though.
The Barthel Store. It closed after Mr. Barthel was killed during a robbery.
Last pic of the day was St. Gabriel Catholic Church. This church which is facing the Mississippi River Levee was built between 1774 and 1776. It was completed in July of 1776. Kind of strange to think the French were here building churches while the 13 colonies were fighting a war on the Northeast Coast.
Like alot of you I have not been riding my bike at all. Everyone in my (wife's) house has been sick, I've been working some overtime, everything is just miserable and dull here. I worked nights for the last couple of nights and thought I might have to work them through the weekend. I came in this morning, crashed on the couch and woke up miserable. Grouchy, aggravated, I then found out I did not have to work tonight. What? I don't have anything I have to do? The wife is at work, the kid is at school, well let's see what the weather is doing.
I open the door to blinding sunshine! It is 75 degrees F! My hands actually started shaking as I got my helmet and boots out of the closet. I thought about calling Dad but had an awful moment of selfishness. I ain't calling anybody! I am just going, the only one who needs to know besides me is the motorcycle.
Where to go? I only have a few hours of freedom...Hmm. Well, we had lots of rain a couple weeks ago and I know the water has not gone down. Where there is water, there might be curves... I decide then and there that I will not take any pics of water where water is supposed to be. All water pics will be flood water. The bike is filthy from riding to work in the rain but I am NOT taking time to wash it. I am just going.
An important note here. Since I did not invite Dad there are no FJRs in these pics. I am sorry, it is just my Honda. Don't hate me.
First I went down Ridge Road.
Then I went down Bluff Road.
I found some very lost Canadians. They were not very friendly but they looked
Heading toward the levee I see a BBQ joint. I had not eaten there before and suddenly realized that I had not eaten anything yet today. That is one of the joys of working nights, you don't eat when you are supposed to. So, at 1:20 in the afternoon I had a Pulled Pork Sandwich for breakfast. It was not very good as BBQ goes but it did fill a hollow spot and even bad BBQ is tasty. The sauce was too sweet and the pork was too mushy, but I enjoyed it anyway. It did look pretty good though.
After working nights and no recent bike time I was not smooth or coordinated on the bike. The bike felt great as always but my control inputs were terrible. I decided not to push my luck so I rode like an old man on a Harley. Oddly enough when a really tight curve would surprise me, the bike would lean over, the suspension would compress and the PR2s would grip like glue. If I just let the bike do its thing, everything went smoothly. I love Sport Touring Motorcycles.
Not often you see this in South Louisiana.
We do have some nice Live Oaks though.
The Barthel Store. It closed after Mr. Barthel was killed during a robbery.
Last pic of the day was St. Gabriel Catholic Church. This church which is facing the Mississippi River Levee was built between 1774 and 1776. It was completed in July of 1776. Kind of strange to think the French were here building churches while the 13 colonies were fighting a war on the Northeast Coast.
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