Nola! Ok some luh! Actually on third thought, lots a luv! Even though it’s not that newish mostly, New Orleans a great town. I’m not just saying that b/c I got there after I had rode in rain all day, pitched tent in rain, then road the next day completely in rain to get to a dry unrainy Nola. I’m sayin it as it’s pretty awesome b/c it has it’s own vibe and character thing. A kind of weird magic, voodoo vibe. Good thing I already believe in magic! But if I was one of those lame people who didn’t believe in it, there was tons of street magicians and fortune tellers to convince me otherwise.
Theres tons of music happening in alot of places even in the streets. Often a Second Line, or baby parade, will just break out with people and rando drunko’s dance/marching to the music. It’s awesome and the policin’ cops escort them to make sure its more legit but mostly to add the whole flashing siren lights thing to the party. Wayyy better with flashing lights!
Even though it can be rough at parts, I found that if you just look like a road traveled vagabond with burly facial hairs, you’ll be unrobbed and unstabbed. It’s one of the best ways to be.
I went to Bourbon street. Total misnomer is it was just a regular people walking street and the only alcohol I saw was in long, neon colored alcohol, not bourbon. It’s ok, I still wasn’t out danced by people drankin neon drank.
Went on a haunted tour but didn’t see any ghosts. Probably b/c they only like to spook people that don’t believe in them. Way more fun that way. I mean that’s what I would do if I was one, that and hang with civil war ghosts and talk about battles and stuff. Just acting like a Joshua. You know i’d be a spooky motorcyclin’ ghost like the ghost rider but with a side car with a wolf spirit in it! Whoooooo!
A great moment for me was when I was allowed to ride a swing that professional lady folk of old got to swing on once upon a time. Basically, my bottom got to connect to thousands of proffesional lady folk bottoms of years gone. What can I say, I’m blessed.
The peeps up in that muh were nice like as well. I was welcomed by a Mark who let me sleep on his comfy couch. I’m actually kinna sick of all the beef between the “C” Marcs and “K” Marks. We gotta stick together under one Marck banner! We started the new truce by hanging and him letting me ride his Triumph. I know, so triumphant our Marck victory! I made sure to ride the British moto whilst I wore my ‘Murica flag helmet. N.A.T.O. Moto! And I had my Billy and Elton J tour shirt to make it more N.A.T.O.-ier!!!