Mailbag

I've been slacking on the mailbag posts lately, things have been coming in but not making it here. This one deserves mentioning.

My man Chris from Iron Vaquero sent me a postcard from the road. From the sound of things, the ride is going good. Can't wait to see some shots from the trip. Travel safe buddy, hope the road is kind to you.

Hot Sauce of the Week

Chong's Red Bud Cayenne Hot Sauce-apparently Chong is not the creative hot sauce mastermind that Cheech is. This is your basic Louisiana style cayenne sauce, just a little hotter. The only thing that sets it apart from so many others just like it is the smoking picture of Chong on the label.

House Guest (Part deux)

 Two more from my man in Japan.

Its getting crowded in here...

As seen this weekend...

Took a ride to Blount Springs. Stopped at one of the sites where Blount Springs Water was bottled. The smell of Sulfur is crazy strong, you can taste it in the water too. 

 Rode out onto an old closed bridge, killer view of an old train trestle and the water below.

taken from alabamaheritage.com

My destination was Bangor Cave. The natural cave was converted to a speakeasy and casino in the late 1930's. The owners spent a good bit of money on the operation and everything I've read about it suggests it was pretty awesome. The first bust occurred soon after the club opened in 1937 (more here) but a proper shut-down did not occur until 1939. Most of the built interior burned in 1940 but inside you can still see some of the rock work and structure. 

As you can see, the current owner is real serious about people not going in. Well, as serious as you can be with hand painted signs anyways. I would never disobey trespassing laws or venture into another person's property against their will, no matter how interested I was in what laid on the other side. The photos below were from a google search and due to their nature, I am not going to give credit.

Hot Sauce of the Week

The Cheech Mojo Mango Habanero Hot Sauce-sweet stuff, more fruity than spicy but a good sauce all the same. It figures as five ingredients come before the pepper, the heat is very light here. This is one you'd have to be selective with. I could see it ruining certain dishes. Think chicken and fish, not beef or pork.

I'll give you three guesses as to whats coming up next week...

Southbound Map and Google Reader

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What you see above is the google map for the trip outlined in Tuesday's post. It was just an excuse to play with google maps which I can see being really handy in the future.  

On an unrelated note, this is what happens to my google reader account when I am gone for a few days...

Southbound

I knew it was high time for a beach trip. I put the word out here and there and had a taker, a good friend who just got his bike back on the road. With a donated tire (props to Josh) and help from a friend (thanks Brandon) he was able to make the trip. The plan was to meet between 6:00 and 6:30am for breakfast and hit it soon after. My pal was working with a new pack and had some issues getting it set up like he wanted and on the bike. He was a bit late but it would end up working in our favor. We gassed up and hit the road.

Highway 31 was the doorway to the connecting roads that would deliver us to Florida. I had originally planned to hit 231 to a state park outside Tallahassee. In order to give us more time the following day and not retrace my steps from a recent ride to Dothan, I changed the route. We followed 331 to the state line where we stopped for gas and food. Florala is a small border town well known to travelers heading to the gulf. Our restaurant of choice was on the beaten path near the gas station.

It wasn't much longer before we arrived at our destination. We made great time and arrived at Grayton Beach State Park around 2:00pm. We didn't have any problem checking in...until we mentioned that we camped in hammocks. Florida is apparently very protective of its coastal trees and they were worried if they would support us or if our setup would inflict damage. The first site were were assigned (pictured above) did not have trees large enough so we moved to the site directly across the lane. They asked before we tried anything that we show them where we planned to string up so it became a bit of a fiasco (one of many over the weekend) of moving sites, getting approval, etc. It all ended up working out fine. Just be aware if you are going to Florida and you plan on camping in a hammock, you might encounter some resistance or have to jump through some hoops.

 

All the effort was well worth it, the state park had access to the bay and the gulf. We got unpacked and set up and walked down to the beach. There was a killer sandbar and the water was warm and clear. We spent some time soaking off the road dirt. It started to rain so I walked the half mile back to camp in a rush to cover up my gear. Some stuff got a good soaking but nothing terrible. I had made some light preparations for rain before hitting the sand. 

Worried about more rain, I hung a tarp over my hammock. This would keep me dry later. We shot the shit at our site and my buddy hit the beach again. I cooked chili and ate and drank a little bit before calling it a night.

I slept from roughly 8pm until 5:30am the next morning. Everything wet had dried as it was getting hot quick. We were losing our shade and were ready to hit the road again. I ate breakfast, made coffee, made one more trek to the sand and hit the road.

 

Hopping back on 98, we made slow progress through every touristy beach town. There were small stretches where we actually covered some miles but they were few and far between. We grabbed a $1 menu lunch and gas. Since time was getting away from us and I was afraid we would not make it to Mobile that day I decided to call ahead to the Gulf State park and reserve a campsite. I had called several weeks before and been told I would not have a problem getting a spot the week after July 4th. Apparently the operator who said this was not aware that the softball world series would sell out every campsite and hotel in the area. Neither were we. An hour of smart-phoning and calls later and we still did not have a place to stay. We said screw it and pressed on. 

We detoured off 98 onto 399. This was one of the best decisions we made the whole trip. Navarre Beach had the whitest sand and bluest water we saw all weekend. There were stretches of road that are not developed and you are literally right next to the gulf on both sides for miles at a time. We took a brief break, the sun was relentless and we were really cooking at this point.

My buddy decided to split off, he wasn't really interested in my next destination and I think the pace and the sun were negatively effecting his good time. I was going to snap some shots of the National Aviation Museum in Pensacola but I never made it on base. Apparently you have to have a long sleeve shirt (neither a t-shirt or long sleeved jacket will work, I asked) to ride on base so we never even got past the gate. This was fiasco number 2. I backtracked and headed for Perdido Key.

Another bit of smart-phoning and I had some leads on places to stay. Thus begins fiasco number 3. The Beech Camper and Mobile Home park in Orange Beach does not allow motorcycles on its premises. Noted. Another site I won't even name wanted hotel money for a site. No sir. I spoke to a very nice woman on the phone who promised she could find us a space on her site so I went to check it out. Basically we would be stringing up our hammocks in her front yard with no privacy, shade, etc. There were also some "sites" in the woods next to the main loop of the site but old discarded junk, swarms of insects and a strange odor at these "sites" was a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for me. I passed. I hit 59 towards Foley stopping at every hotel I saw. I was hit with a lot of "no vacancies" and was quoted rates everywhere from $160/night to $240/night. I decided to loop back. A run down off the road Travelodge had one room left so I grabbed it. I called my buddy and unpacked.

We took a break, cleaned up and decided to venture out for some food. The Keg is a locals joint tucked away in Orange Beach. I happened upon it several years back with my wife and every time I am in the area I try to make it by. The food is great and the staff is friendly and fun. I highly recommend looking it up if you want a non-touristy burger and beer. Heading back I was amazed at the late night traffic and the amount of people out and about. It had been awhile since I was in the area in the summertime. I got back to the room, showered and drifted off to sleep with the help of several rum and cokes.

I woke up the next morning to this. We delayed our departure and waited for a break. We looked at the weather, altered our route, packed and loaded and hit the road. We didn't get far before going through another shower that would keep us damp the rest of the day. 

It was clearing so we decided to check out the beach one last time. This ended up being our saving grace. We watched bad storms and lightning pass directly over our intended path. Killing two birds with one stone, we thought if we were going to sit we might as well eat so we grabbed a booth at the Rib Shack and dined before getting back out in the now manageable showers.

I wrapped my pack in my rain jacket which did a great job of keeping my gear dry. We rode through Pensacola once again and back to 31. I was pretty much over riding in the rain at this point so I opted to catch 65N near Flomaton. My partner wasn't in quite such a hurry so he opted to keep going. I got a text from him later that he got a hotel room for the night and would take his time getting back the next day.

I arrived back home in time for supper. I unpacked my gear, all of which smelled like bug spray and campfires. Even with it's rough spots, it was a killer trip and I already miss being on the coast. I am sunburned in places (should have reapplied), the only souvenir I brought back. If you live close and ever need a quick getaway, don't ignore the coast. There are tons of great state parks to stay in and cool places to see. Do some research, plan your trip and get out on the road.

Hot Sauce of the Week

Hell Fire-smokey and tangy, tastes like a spicy BBQ sauce. The heat is precise and exacting but doesn't overpower the other flavors. Interesting ingredient in this one: chocolate. You can taste it in there, it really stands out. The label caught my eye, there was something very familiar about it.

The Vortex 

It also came wrapped with this key chain. I gave it to the kids.

Happenings

If you've been keeping score on the Hot Sauce front, here's where we are up to now.

I had a few in the hopper ready for the upcoming weeks and then...this happened:

My hot sauce homeboy Uncle Bill came through with a gang of sauces to try. This will literally keep me busy for months. Thank you for stoking my hot sauce love affair, I am excited about tearing into these. A few have me a little intimidated. I've read the ingredients on some. Ghost pepper...heaven help me.

If you saw the post Tuesday, my buddy Brandon is going to storing some of his scoots here as he gets ready to hit Japan for another year. As they come in the following weeks, you'll see more of them around. I also talked to a friend who gave me a swift kick in the ass about sorting out the Shovel so my goal is to have the bike where I want it by the end of the summer. There isn't much left to do in terms of real issues, maybe a couple days worth of tinkering.

Don over at Bama Rides has started a new online show called Dred's Garage. I sat in on the first episode. We talked about riding out west, gear, and a bunch of other stuff. Give it a look. Big thanks to Don for letting me hang out and to Hooters for letting us set up and film on location.

House Guest

Hot Sauce of the Week

Mad Dog Teriyaki Hot Sauce-this shit is awesome! Perfect blend of sweet and spicy and the heat is strong but not overpowering. None of the flavors are dominant but they all blend to make a killer overall taste. Also can be used as a marinade, which I can only imagine would be sort of the greatest thing ever.

On the hunt...

My buddy is looking for a 140/90-16 tire. Used is ok as long as it has tread and is runnable.
Please give me a shout here if you have one you are looking to part with.

6 Over

Get it here. 

Money Clip Wallet

My friend needed a new wallet to replace his old worn out one. This is what I made him.