About 20 here. Good times.
Ain't it so!!! I thoroughly enjoyed the tire-kicking session on the motel parking lot last night in Vicksburg! Sometimes we just stumble into a situation where the chemistry and characters come together at just the right time and in just the right way... and magic happens! Last night was such an event, at least it was for me...
It started with our arrival at the motel Saturday afternoon... and appetites were whetted with greetings and back slapping, big-dogging and introductions of those we didn't know. We then all rode down to the Tomato Place for a special BLT (no tassles on the sandwiches, and mercifully none on the gal who helped us either!!!) Reviews on the sandwich itself ranged from Fantabulous to OK. Perhaps the best feedback came in the form of one of our group actually eating two on the spot!
It's not a place I'd personally frequent, even if I lived close by. However, it is a place I would return to on occasion... more of a novelty place than it is a gourmet meal destination... even for most of us rednecks...
This morning the group sort of split up... Some riders went to the Windsor Mansion Ruins, while most of us rode through the Vicksburg National Military Park. Darryl led us on the primary ride most of the way, and for me at least, I felt that old familiar feeling of profound sadness and regret at the events that caused that calamity we refer to as the Civil War.
I say Darryl led us most of the way, because three riders got powerful hungry and left that group at one of the stops inside the Park, so they could head directly for the chicky place! That might be considered tacky or a breach of etiquette by some folks, but to my way of thinking it is just plain alright and hunky-dory. We're there to enjoy ourselves, and one size ride itinerary doesn't fit all... Everyone should be free do whatever he/she wants, as long as it doesn't endanger anybody else.
Few people can stand in the way of Crazyhorse when he is ready for some yard bird, and he just had to go! Tom Jordan followed him, and, well... A certain bug killer was, apparently, ready for some grub too, so he tagged along with the other two.
Everybody met up a little later at The Old Country Store and concluded a fine meal, some stellar fellowship and comradeship, and then the herd of cats that had formed some semblance of a coherent group scattered in all directions.
The reviews and facial expressions left no doubt that those who came were glad they did. For those who couldn't make it, you missed a good'un!!!
DDT
I left from the Military Park and headed north. I got to Lake Village, Ar at 100pm and stopped at the Fox Den Pizza Parlor(the only pizza place I know that serves ribeye steak). The steak was awesome and I was able to go in the back and watch it being grilled. I have known the owner for years and just couldn't pass up the opportunity. He is an American-born Japanese, born on Christmas, his name is Santa Lee. Biker, also, he rides a Honda and a Ducati. If you ever get the chance..............
