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| Should we be worried about those clouds? |
After securing our sleeping arrangements, we went in search of a beer. Yes, there are basically three themes of this trip: biking, beer, and food. Gramercy bleeds into Lutcher and sooner than later we found ourselves at the Streamline, a dark local watering hole that welcomed us with open arms.
We had a couple of ice cold Budweisers and stared at the TV screen while the regulars were hanging out out front. One of my favourite moments was when, as we were leaving, one of the patrons, who I think just stopped by for a chat, got into an orange Mercedes with hubcaps that said "Player" on them and "Sugar Foot" spelled out on the rear window, started his car and drowned out "Blurred Lines," playing on the jukebox in the bar, with "Let's Get it On." Let's get it on, indeed.
We ate at a restaurant suggested to us, Aunt Ellie's. I'm trying to limit myself to one fried meal a day (are you laughing yet?), and for dinner I allowed myself the fried crawfish tails and the catfish (purported to be the best in Louisiana).
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| I didn't expect an appetizer of this size. Really. |
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| Hushpuppies, catfish, and green beans. |
We had a friendly chat with a couple over at another table, who were interested in our ride. They left before we did and we said goodbye. When we went to pay our check, we discovered they'd paid for our dinner. A road angel! Holy cow! How nice was that?!
We returned to the rec centre grounds and watched some Little League games. At one point, two young girls came over to us and asked if we were in some kind of race. When I told them that, no, we weren't racing but riding to Canada, they lost interest and walked off. Hah! After all the games had ended we pitched our tent near the dugout and went to sleep - more or less.
We awoke to rain.
