"Is that banjo music I hear?"

The Cavaliers had a beautiful ride on Sunday, Nov. 2 to the town of Fort Adams, Miss. After meeting the challenge of three miles of dusty gravel road, six bikes plus two passengers arrived in the small town in the extreme southwestern corner of Mississippi. We found the grocery store in the front half of a mobile home. When we asked to use the restroom, we were directed toward the rear, past the kitchen where they were busy making meatloaf for Sunday supper, past the two recliners and ma's walker, but just before the master bedroom. How unusual.

Outside I wandered over to take a picture of a sign, and met a gentleman sitting in his recliner in his outdoor "skinnin' shed," complete with another sign that read "No cussin', no fightin', no liquor, and no dope." The shed is where they bring the animals after they've been hunting, and can hang the skins up to tan, and put the meat in a walk-in cooler. How very unusual.

But don't get me wrong. It was an amazing ride, all 320 miles of it in perfect Indian Summer weather, through wonderfully beautiful scenery in rural Louisiana and Mississippi. We all enjoyed it thoroughly.

Thanks to Jeff for organizing and leading the ride. He was joined by his friend Terry from Abita Springs. Deb and BJ rode down from Jackson and met us in Baton Rouge. And Poncho and I were joined by Eric (a friend of Alan's) on his first ride with the Cavaliers. At our rest stop in McComb, BJ remarked how blessed we are to have such good friends to ride with. And then at our stop in Ponchatoula, Eric said it was the best ride he'd been on in 10 years. I guess it's safe to say everyone enjoyed it.