Lois and I headed down to Gulfport and Biloxi on US 90, where we passed the Mississippi border just 8 miles into our trip. It warranted a photo for sure, and what a huge state sign it was. I heard bad things about Mississippi. Don't worry, they're true. We ate at a place called the Grind House and parked our bikes outside, where I leaned mine against some tables. Well one of the employees moved a table, sending my bike crashing and misaligning the front brakes. Needless to say I was incensed; they could have easily asked me to move my bike. So for the remaining 30 miles I had to work twice as hard since the wheel kept rubbing on the brake. I adjusted it at our motel room that night, no big deal.
Actually it was a big deal. I had a mental breakdown that Lois helped me get over. I walked off my aggravation at the Biloxi pier.
During our ride along the coast I saw a lot of empty lots where homes, businesses and churches once were before Hurricane Katrina. It was depressing. You have casinos thriving on the waterfront and still there is a city in ruins around them. And it's been 9 years since Katrina. Wow.
During our ride along the coast I saw a lot of empty lots where homes, businesses and churches once were before Hurricane Katrina. It was depressing. You have casinos thriving on the waterfront and still there is a city in ruins around them. And it's been 9 years since Katrina. Wow.
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