Unfortunately I couldn't talk any of my other scoot mates into venturing to Down and Dirty Three with me in New Orleans this year. I think some are going next year once they found out how much fun I had.

I left Thursday around 1am and finally pulled into New Orleans at about Noon on Friday. The bed and breakfast I found rocked:

It was a three story place that was simply amazing. The hospitality there was top knotch and included a wonderful breakfast each morning. Not some wimpy continentaly breakfast but a three course meal with pankakes, sausage, eggs and the works. Simply to die for. It was just what I needed after a long drive. We took a nap and ended up going out on the town around 5pm for last minute knick knacks for the big halloween ride.

Friday at 7pm we met at this bar on Magazine street and I was suprised to find nearly 100 scooters in attendance. At 9pm we took a ride to the French Quarter with almost 95 bikes participating. It was the largest amount of bikes i've ever been witness to on a

single ride. The picture below is taken in the French Quarter after we arrived. The picture doesn't really do it justice as there were many more bikes that can't be seen in this photo

Friday I was shown around the quarter by one of the local scooterists named Anne. I've never seen so many people in one place in my life. It was chaos but amazing at the same time.

After a long Friday night I made it back to the hotel and slept hard. Arose at 9am for the amazing breakfast by our innkeepers.

Saturday at 11am we met at Vespa New Orleans for more food and drink. At this time we split into two groups. One to do a long ride around the surrounding area and another to doa smaller ride and attend a jazz festival. I opted for the longer ride. An option my ass chose to remind me of for several hours after the seven hour ride.

The picture to the left is Friday night. Little do I know how exausted I am going to be around the same time Saturday night.

In fact, after the ride we met up at this amazing motorcycle shop whose name I can't forget. But this was the single largest gathering of scooters i've ever seen. There had to be nearly 150 scooters there. But I was toast. Dead, exausted and ready to collapse.

I decided to scoot back to the hotel and lo and behold foul a spark plug underneath the freeway. I'm alone, stranded in the dark in a city i don't know. I think of my tow service and call them -- but, those bastards won't come out because i'm not in a car.

Then I decide to clean off one of my old plugs and change it out. thank god i never threw the old ones away because that allowed my lammy to fire right up.

I got home and slept hard. My traveling partners woke me up around 11pm to go out to a mod party happening but i was to exausted.

i slept through till sunday...had another great breakfast and loaded the scoots up to come home for the 10 hour drive. sadly i missed the last day of events -- i wish they had done the awards and such on saturday night as i had to leave before any of that.

but, regardless it was a fanfuckingtastic time.