After being at work all night, and getting no nap this morning, I had a very busy and eventful day. I came home and made a crabmeat and cheddar cheese omelet for my wife and son. We had a good family breakfast, I got a shower and we all took off. The wife and kid went to work and school, I drove to New Orleans to find our friend Patriot. He was in his front yard wrestling with a (blessedly) seldom used motorcycle trailer. Realizing that he had to perform his routine his way, I remained silent and awaited orders. When I did step in and try to assist, I was told "
DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!!" So... I waited for orders. There were several unhappy minutes while we were unable to make the trailer lights work. As long as the multi-meter was not lying, all we needed was a better ground from trailer to truck. Finally, we turned our attention to loading the bike. There is something really sad about pushing an FJR onto a trailer. It just feels wrong. Mike said that he needed me to make motor noises while I pushed so the bike would feel more natural. I don't think I sounded like an FJR, maybe more like a very sick Honda Rebel 250. Mike has a very good system for tying the bike down, he actually let me help with this part.
We did not get a pic of the bike loading in front of Mike's house because the system required my truck to completely block the street. Therefore a couple shots at the Burger King in Amite, Louisiana where Mike got his breakfast.
You will note what a wet and dreary day it was. The weather was not helping lift our spirits any.
We finally made it to The Middle of Nowhere. Then, we took a left and went 10 more miles. The mechanic was pleased to see Mike and Isabella. He was obviously impressed with the mileage this beast has covered. I was certain that he does not deal with many bikes that have over 100K miles, much less what Mike has covered with Isabella. He was kind enough to show us the '32 Ford Chop Top Coupe hot rod they use as a show car. If I had known what I was about to see I would have had the camera with me. A 468 cid big block that rear wheel dyno'd at 551 HP and 558 ft lbs. of torque is always impressive. The car was beautiful. I spoke to this gentleman and found myself very impressed with him. I am NOT being mean when I say he looked and sounded like the stereotypical Mississippi Redneck. After looking at some of what was going on in his shop and how things were done, I am sure it was worth it to drive that far. Especially if it makes Patriot happy.
Please note that I had a flash of brilliance when I took this pic. Now we
ALL have the name and phone #... Sorry Patriot, if help is needed...
We had a fairly decent lunch in Osyka MS at Nyla's Burger Basket. Sorry, no food ****.
I made it home with 310 miles on the truck for the day. I think I did Patriot some good, I enjoyed it and certainly felt good about it. I hope he is in a better place than he was a couple days ago.
If he is not too mad at me, maybe he will let me do a repeat and I can help him go get it home.