Whip Posted November 9, 2009 Share Posted November 9, 2009 Growing up in Detroit movies like and taught me to fear the back roads of the deep south. It was time to meet those fears head on. But I couldn't go it alone... Originally Mrs Whip was gonna fly out and meet us "there", but she didn't want to miss any of the "action". My first choice for Wingman was none other than the man that lives in the southern most part of Texas. He's also trained in live saving techniques and putting out fires. Ya never know when these things can come in handy. eddd met up with us at the Louisiana border. I felt much better knowing he was at our side as we crossed those long bridges over gator invested swamps. Some of the gas stations along the way have upgraded their security from dogs to cats?????? As we continued east staying as far south as we could...nothin happen. I kept listening for Banjos, and keeping my eyes open for Jethro, but...nothin. Then I realized the problem. We were on I-10. We needed to travel "the back roads". As night closed in the second night I found what I thought was a friendly place...cause it had a bunch of motorcycles out front and it felt very familiar to me. It didn't have much of a view.... But I liked the decor.... There seemed to be a party goin on.......and it was only Thursday. Not everyone was happy to see us.... Some spoke a funny language. Others just ignored us. They had strange rituals... ...that would get stranger. Some of there customs were easy to understand. ...others...not so much. We were offered a room in the "basement" away from the others. Needless to say I slept with one eye open and was very restless. They made eddd sleep on the floor, upstairs, keeping him as far from us as they could. I don't think eddd slept one minute that first night. In the morning they wanted to take us on some "back roads". Their leaders name....RoadScholar.....hmmmmm????? I had followed a man named "Killer" in different a part of the country... I don't scare easy. I was asked to ride in back so I didn't slow anyone down. Mrs Whip was "placed" in a vehicle and "escorted" by "Mama Hoon" and "KMG365". I know she was nervous, but she didn't want to miss the banjos. They won Mrs Whip over quickly by assigning "KathyR" to befriend her. They stopped often for photos...I bet they have an album somewhere of all their victims. Some of the places they took us to were beautiful. I wonder...is this the name of a Banjos Band or a type of music??? Mr and Mrs "Right Spin"....with our leader...Planning somethin???? As I approached the water I could hear banjos for the first time. The next thing I know... off come kathy's shoes!!!!!!! ...as I turned around everyone was sitting on the rocks and starting to remove their shoes. At this moment I realized I had seen this kinda strange behavior before thousands of miles away in a different life. I decided to run over to my Katoom and start the motor with the hope of breaking the "Spell of the Banjo" It worked....... I will continue this tale tomorrow.....many of the participants have there own photos to share. I hope they will add them here. I would only ask that you keep your powder dry and save your Halloween pix for tomorrow. Teaser... Link to comment
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