Patricia left New Orleans early on Thursday morning, and had made the long drive back to Brunswick in Georgia, covering the 1000-odd kilometres in just over twelve hours.
I was both surprised and proud of the fact that she had done this with little or no fuss, and had kept me updated of her progress throughout the drive.
Together we had planned where she should be and at what time of day, and she had hit every target we had set.
The FedEx delivery of my drive shaft had not arrived as early as we had hoped, on Friday, and although Chuck put in a few hours late that afternoon, he was unable to get the Big Fella ready in time for an early departure on Saturday morning. He very kindly agreed to open his workshop on Saturday, to complete the repairs.
He told me to be at his premises by 11.00 am and while I waited at the Olde Town Inn, a thunderstorm of epic proportions raged over New Orleans. I did a quick check on yr.no, the weather website that has been an invaluable tool to me throughout my journey, and discovered that the heavy rain was due to move off to the east of the city. I was heading north, and later west towards Texas, so I figured that although I may have a wet start, I would be alright as the day wore on.
By the time the taxi had dropped me off at Chuck’s workshop, The Big Fella was ready to roll. He had not only replaced the drive shaft, but had also given thee bike an oil change and checked the gearbox oil levels and topped that up too.
While I changed into my riding kit that we had dropped off the previous day, Chuck got all the paperwork ready. I had the bike loaded and ready to go in double quick time, and after thanking him for his efforts, I took a few last photos and set my GPS for Shreveport in northern Louisiana.
Chuck watched as I set way-points, and noticed that I had chosen the route that would take me between Lake Pontchartrain and Lake Maurepas, and suggested that if I wanted to experience something different, I should try taking the causeway across Lake Pontchartrain…
Can you imagine the scene in 1948 when it was decided to go ahead with a bridge connecting Mandeville on the north shore to New Orleans on the south shore ??
The cars around me weren’t nearly as badly affected as I was, having to hang on and lean into the wind which blew from west to east across this vast expanse of water.
Each time we passed one of the narrow slots that joined the north and south bound lanes together, and where vehicles could make a u-turn if they needed to, the wind would almost tea the handlebars from my grasp !!
And with my time schedule now drastically reduced, I had no choice but to use them almost exclusively all the way back to New Jersey.
In the southern part of the state, I had passed extensive sugar cane plantations, but the further north I rode, the more maize and other cereal crops had been planted…
After 50 km inside Texas, we turned north off I-20 and rode hard towards Marshal, and from there on to Jefferson and Linden, racing the setting sun and hoping to make the junction of the Highway 8 and the I-30, that ran west towards Dallas and east to the Arkansas state line near Texarkana.
Just as we reached the outskirts of a little town called Douglassville, I looked down to see that the mileage indicator was about to click over onto 190 000 km…
I grinned to myself and reached forward to pat the Big Fellas tank in recognition of not only reaching another big milestone, but also for bringing me so far on my personal journey…
Having taken the 15th “Birthday photo” of this trip, a short while later we reached Maud, turned east on US 67 and then hooked up with US 8 again, for what was to be the final run of the day.
The sun was just beginning to tickle the horizon out to the west when we rolled into New Boston and began our search for a place to spend the night.
We had covered almost 770 km in eight hours, which is good going considering that we had made two stops for fuel and one other to take a short break. Speed limits in Texas are also slightly higher than other states, and out on the country highways, 70 miles per hour is the norm. The Interstates are marked at 75 mph, or 120 km/h.
I have come to understand that it is not only me that take speed limits as a guideline only. Most vehicles, including trucks and trailers will be passing you if you stick strictly to the speed limits. It seems that anywhere between 5 and 10 miles over the limit, does not draw any attention from law enforcement officers, of which there are plenty to go around !!
I have been told that they are mainly on the lookout for reckless drivers and those changing lanes erratically. They turn a blind eye to people stretching the speed limit a little, which is what 90 % of drivers on the main highways do… In the suburbs, it is a different matter altogether !!
The majority of drivers stick to the speed limit, and with good reason. Fines for speeding are fairly hefty, especially in areas where schools are located.
I had ridden almost exclusively on Interstates today, which had allowed us to keep up a good pace throughout the ride.
I had also spent a good deal of my time with my ear cocked to listen out for any unusual sounds that might be coming from the rear drive, but had not detected any noises or vibrations other than those I was used to…
I was satisfied that Chuck had made o good job of replacing the drive shaft and servicing the bike. It ran as smoothly as it always has.
I parked on the side of the road and began making a short round of calls to the three hotels that I could see to the left and right of me. The first two places I called seemed surprised by my question of, “Is that your best rate ??”, and did not seem too perturbed when I advised them that $99.00 was a bit steep for a simple motel room…
The young lady who answered my third call of the evening, to the Tex Inn gave the correct answer.
“No,” she replied, “That is not our best rate, sir…” and promptly knocked $15.00 off her original offer of $59.00 which I thought was a splendid way to reply to my question.
Needless to say, I checked in with some alacrity, before she changed her mind !!
It had been a good first day on the road after our long lay-up in New Orleans, and we were on target to not only ride through all the states we had planned for, but also to get to New Jersey in time. All we had to do was average about 650 km a day, and we would be golden !!
©GBWT 2013
Nothing like Texan hospitality to keep you feeling good!