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| I had climbed aboard the DL650, driven out the driveway and stopped. I considered finishing the ride down La.1 to Grand Isle. I felt a tug from the other direction and tilted the handlebars toward Texas. It had been a while, several years, since I'd traveled to the state of my birth, reason enough to go again. I chose to ride the prairie roads west. The temperature was in the low 80's and a cool breeze was blowing from the north. The sky was Colorado blue. All the forementioned seemed like a dream in the middle of a South Louisiana summer. I somehow hooked right up with good old La.370 which is the Sorta Tu Mowatta Road. Immediately the idea of doing an unabridged fact filled documentary on La.370 crossed my mind. There's a lot of mind crossing going on while riding on the prairie. I took pictures of probably repictured repictures. It doesn't matter. Things change and all is new from moment to moment. I can attest to this from reviewing the same places for years. Below is the very abridged version of the momentarily proposed La.370, National Geographic presentation which will be canned because I've probably plagerized and stolen my own copyrighted material. Oh, the above stuff with the white background, more on that later. It did create a vison of frustration, didn't it? |
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| The beauty of riding on the prairie is that you can sightsee. Weld up your handbars, prop your feet up and take in the sights. My old Triumph 650 had a thing on the triple clamp that you could tighten and the steering would cease. Triumph might have worked toward electric starters as a accessory instead of steering stoppers. Might have attracted more buyers? |
| I forgot to look closely at that field. I just liked the green and took it. I assumed it was rice but it's not. Maybe it is. Dave, oh Dave? |
| I just really like this one. |
| Contrasting situation. |
| The new house was in the front lot. |
| This one has been fixed up and made good for another hundred years. Talking walls make good houses. (Fred, haven't you ever heard the saying which mentions, "if those walls could talk"? Thought so. |
| Crawfishers, see the nets on the fence. |
| You may think that the back part of this house was added on. It might be, but, I've seen that design everywhere. The back part usually has porches, also. |
| Your guide almost got himself into trouble here. The road looked like a great way to bypass a long and boring part of La.26 without saving any time or distance. Me save time and distance, you kidding? The little road got down to two rut status. Two ruts is about where I turn around. There was water crossing the sand and clay road, I almost stopped but couldn't find a place where I felt capable of turning the top heavy tall bike. I kept on pushing. As long as there was not all out mud, I'd stay with the gps marked "road". Then ahead I saw the road widening, then gravel returned, then narrow blacktop and finally a speed limit sign which I immediately defied. I was back at La.26. Roughly, the route went like this, "Aim for DeRidder". It would be on the way to Texas. |
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