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RIDE REPORT – Grand Isle, LA (Part II)

January 22, 2014

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Grand Isle Part 1

Archive Report – March 12/13, 2009

A few more long distance riders trickled into the park that afternoon.  The Ducati and Buell were ridden by a father an son from Michigan.  The Kawasaki was ridden by a college student heading to California from the east coast.  Apparently the Kawai had zero range and he had to keep a fuel can strapped to the back of the bike to get from gas station to gas station.  We had a great time talking and shared a few beers late that evening.

They left the next day and after we said goodbye I really felt alone.  I felt I was too long in one place and the road was calling.  I was in a pretty lonely and crappy mood that evening.

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To cheer myself up, rode around the fishing docks of Grand Isle just taking in the sights.  Anything to pass the time and get out of my funky mood.

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There are some great houses in Grand Isle.  I recently learned that James Whitey Bulger was hiding out on Grand Isle.

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For those of you who don’t know Whitey, he was a notorious Boston gangster who had  been on the run for 16 years.  Who knows? He might have been sitting at the bar with me or wandering around the local Supermarket.

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Back to the Lighthouse for dinner.  BLT this time.

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Excellent as usual.  Nothing like a BLT and a big glass of Iced Tea.

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After dinner, I went over to a bar that I believe was called “Daddy’s Money”.  A Google Earth search of the town now shows a bar called “Club Oasis”  Despite the creepy name I went inside and ordered a beer.  With only a few choices on the Isle, you take what you can find.  Apparently the locals favor Golf Carts for power drinking.

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I left for Arties Sports bar which was down the street. There were a few decrepit overstuffed chairs just inside the door.  After several days of sitting on park benches they looked GREAT to me!  I grabbed a seat and relaxed.  As it was off-season, the bar was filled with typical Island folk, fishermen and oil-rig workers. 

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It was getting late so I paid my tab and rode back to the State Park.  It was a great place to visit.  If you like to fish, this is the place.

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The next morning I broke camp and headed towards Alabama.  FloriBama actually, the border of Florida and Alabama.  I had a date with some serious seafood and fantastic scenery.

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NEXT: Lillian, Alabama heading south!

 

 

One Comment leave one →
  1. James O. Springate permalink
    January 22, 2014 10:49 am

    Can’t wait to read your P-Cola-Perdido Key segment. I camp in my travel trailer at Ft. Pickens at least once a year and take my traveling motorcycle, the XT225. I have a Harley buddy that lives in Lillian.

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