Despite our esteemed founder's disdain for reporting the numbers, we're going to throw caution to the wind and share some meaningful measurements.
Ol' Fuj and I made good our escape from northwest AR on Friday afternoon and headed to LA (Louisiana). Fuj's personal bike transporter carried us the 463 miles in good time and without incident.
On Saturday morning, we had several details to complete before the day's ride could commence. We got the annual inspection done on the bike transporter, stocked up on good coffee, went to couple of gun stores, and came home and changed the oil.
Our weather was and still is, iffy, with rain and thunder popping up at random times and in random places. Fuj and I got wet and got in 41 miles on Saturday. Fortunately, we only got wet and not electrified. No pictures from the ride, but we did document part of the award ceremony after the ride.
The last time we posted something like this, it was 3 pounds. This time it was 5 pounds! Now you see 'um (boiled crawfish).
Now, you don't!
My lips and fingers burned until this morning, the sign of a good batch! The crawfish season is almost over, so we thought we should strike while the iron was hot.
Today, Sunday, we got in another 41 miles, got wet, and got a few pictures.
This road parallels a local bayou, which is on the left. In some places, the trees almost form a tunnel over the road.
The flow of water in the bayou is very slow, and there aren't any rocks in the stream as there are in northwest AR. It is, therefore, a very quiet and peaceful ride. About the only thing we heard was a bull frog or two.
After we left the bayou, we rode on toward LSU at Alexandria. It is a small campus and fairly nondescript except for several stately live oaks. Here is Ol' Fuj taking a break in the shade.
I never cease to be amazed at these trees and the huge low-hanging branches, some of which could be whole trees in their own right. The moment arm (leverage, I suppose) at the end of these branches has to be tremendous, but they don't give way.
We were going to turn south to LeCompte, but we saw rain and headed north toward Alexandria. After about three miles, we discovered that the rear tire was flat! A sharp stone had pierced the casing. We also discovered that the cap over the end of the head on the Road Morph was missing. How nice.
We were able to get about 50 or 60 pounds in the tire and began to limp back home, all the while fearing the occurrence of a pinch flat.
As we approached a convenience store, we remembered that a couple of years ago, we had purchased one of these neat little schrader adapters for a buck and a half and placed it in the seat bag. Although it had never been pressed into service, we decided to try it.
It worked! After depositing $0.75 in the air compressor (which, as we all know, was free in the past!), we let the little bugger pressure up and gave the tire about a one-half-second shot of air. Bingo!
Although there was another light shower in progress at this point, we were happy to see this sign. It meant we were within about 4 miles from home.
The Kisatchie is a beautiful area, although most of the roads through it are not something that Fuj and I could navigate as they are mostly gravel. I did notice that some of the huckleberries are ripe. They're very tasty!
Tomorrow, we'll have the kids here with boyfriends, girl friends, and more food. We may not get to ride, but then we've had two good ones this weekend.
Amongst the food and fellowship tomorrow, we will be mindful of the sacrifices of the dead Marines, Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Coasties who made all of this possible. Would that we never forget!