Suzanne says,"Geaux Saints!"
Cloudy skies, 70-degrees and unseasonably warm for a winter’s morning. Pre-ride checks done. Geared-up. Fired up that half-liter MP3. First stop Waffle House in Orange, here I come!
Pulled off I-10, gassed up the scooter with some SHELL’s premium goodness, looked over across the street, and sure enough, Ed’s Scarabeo was there at Waffle House. Popped in, surveyed the diners and there he was. I joined Ed for some coffee and waited for Jeff.
Jeff on his new "Silver" Wing
Long time no see, Jeff.
Jeff showed up on his new silver Honda Silver Wing, and shortly after we were off, heading straight-up north on TX-62 until FM-2246 where we veered sharply left. The overcast makes for a cool ride, yet since I was wearing my jacket over a long t-shirt and a pair of thermal long-johns underneath the Kevlar pants, I felt extra comfortable today.
At Mama Jack's, we tie up our scooters and head inside for some good breakfast
Getting off US-96 after Evadale, we soon found ourselves on TX-418, twisting and turning our way to Kountze and US-69. Mama Jacks’s Restaurant sits on the left-hand side right after we hung a left at 69 from 418. Suzanne, a local of Fred, was already there waiting for our arrival. Today, she brought her four-wheel scooter instead, and yes, she was all decked out with her Saints spirit!
Recently, Mama Jack’s received a perfect score from the county health inspector. You know, that’s just one more reason to love Mama Jack’s–one of our favorite area eateries. Ordered coffee first, but couldn’t decide what to order from the menu, so I ended up with a couple of trips to the breakfast buffet.
We've got biscuit, gravy and all the rest!
We talked about this and that and Ed’s upcoming Texas Scooter Cannonball campaign, a four-day timed event during which he and other daredevils who happened to be associated with him and this long-distance event will attempt to ride from one end of Texas clear cross to the other. Sounds like an adventure!
After a nice morning meal with good company, it was time to say Adios when Suzanne noticed that Ed had a low-ish-looking rear tire. We look at it for a while before getting out the air gauge to have a closer look. “Hey, Ed, No Pressure!” Good thing the MP3 has a built-in 12-volt socket and I always carry under-seat a little Slime pump (best 10-bucks ever spent at Auto Zone), five minutes later, we have got 32-psi in Ed’s rear (tire, I mean). Jeff also diagnosed Ed’s rear tire of having a slow-leak from at least one of the two plugs that were used to repair it previously. “I might as well replace both front and rear now”, Ed said. Who says riding scooters will save you money, huh…? 🙂
Roadside inspection at Mama Jack's
Heading south on 69 through Lumberton, we naturally turned right at TX-421, aka “Little Dragon“, for some spirited twists-n-turns that we just can’t seem to get enough around here. As 421 tees into TX-326, we rode south, through Sour Lake to Nome. At the Texaco station, I saw this beautiful, most-glorious classic car, which turned out to be a fully-restored 1951 Pontiac Chieftain with the Straight-8 engine owned by Mr. Murry Couch (*pardon me if I’ve misspelled your name). Simply incredible!
1951 Pontiac Eight Chieftain
The amazingly stock interior
Ed and Jeff, Nome Texaco
From Nome, we pushed eastward on US-90, somewhere near China, the homeward-bound twosome with their heavy throttle hands stretched the gap between them and me. I didn’t mind eating their dust this time. The ride we had today was wonderful and I was only ten minutes from home.–Lorenzo