Once I’d completed the Tennessee section of the Trans-America Trail, I opened the throttle and set course for New Orleans. I’d driven West to Dallas for New Year, and so this time I thought I’d head south to sample The Big Easy. Unfortunately I was 2 days late for Mardis Gras, but at least it meant I could get a parking space. Hell, I’d make my own Mardis Gras!
Once across the TN-MS border and through Tupelo (birthplace of Elvis and home to lots of gum trees) I was surprised to find… absolutely NOTHING!!! In fact, for 50 miles there wasn’t hardly a light on the road as I rode south with the fuel warning light on – just black, dark and nothing. At least now I know my trusty Tiger can go at least 50 miles with the fuel light on, but I was definitely getting a bit nervous when eventually I rolled into West Point and the nearest Shell garage.
West Point did, however, have the perfect set-up for a biking traveler: A decent motel (Days Inn) right next door to a decent bar & restaurant. After a hot shower and washing all my filthy muddy clothes & luggage, I put on my glad rags and ventured out for a few pints and dinner. Yippee!