Day 48: Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

After two nights at truck stops, I patted myself on the back and grabbed a Motel 6 room tonight.

Lots of stops again today and TWO ferries, one with dolphins! Unfortunately, the second ferry was a three-hour wait for a 15-minute ride from Fort Pierce to Galveston 🤦.

When I got to Freeport, TX, I saw what must be the smallest Buc-ees ever built (see pic).

I think I'm on track to hit all my stops and make it to Oklahoma on the 19th. These last three days have all been over 600 miles, which should leave another 2400 for 5.5 days. Looking good so far 🤞.

So long [for now]... ✌️

Thoughts on riding in Louisiana:
- Don't
- Everyone drives in the far left lane going no more than 5 mph over the limit, if that. Everyone else is going at least 15 over. The weavers are doing their dance at about 25 over 😳.
- The road surfaces are deadly. It may look smooth, then you'll hit an unavoidable (all the way across the entire road) repair patch or a massive frost heave* bump that makes you glad you have Harley's wheel and tire protection plan. Most of the time you can see how bad they are. Like, all of them. [*Ohio calls them frost heaves. Does Louisiana get cold enough to call them that?]
- All riders know that truckers are trying to kill them. Same goes for Louisiana cagers. Again, all of them.
- When the cagers get out of their cars and off their phones, they're usually pretty nice.Læs mere