Coming up Bilko`s rear

This is borderline stalking I`m sure you lot!!!

I decided I couldn`t visit Mississippi without trying some of their local cuisine and what a good call that turned out to be!

The little town of Tunica caught my eye as I drifted around the state and fell upon a cracking little diner called the Blue and white Restaurant.

I entered to be greeted my the now usual dead pan stare from a couple of dozen locals. Every one of them black, and you could see from their faces the curiosity that asked what was this strangely dressed white boy wanting in their little diner.

The stares stopped as I was greeted by a young waitress with an accent as smooth as lemon curd spread on Monica Belluccis thighs.:drool

She took my arm and sat across from me and explained this was buffet day and all I could eat would cost me $7.
The food was outstanding: I was now familiar with Meat loaf,corn bread, Mash potatoes and Re-fried beans but there must have been a dozen other dishes I couldn`t recognise. I felt obliged to try them all in the name of international cuisine research.:)

An hour later I paid the bill and the girl nearly cried when I gave her a $5 tip.
The Wilbers shock sagged more than usual when I clambered aboard the GS. Either it was failing, or I was putting weight it on!!!!!!!! Bloody Wilbers eh!
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A few more hours in the saddle and I hit the outskirts of Memphis. I stopped for gas about 5 miles from the city centre in a very very run down suburb.
A young guy about 20 approached the bike and asked if he could sit on it.
I put it on the center stand to give him more of a stable platform and as he was climbing aboard his foot slipped off and he scraped his shin along the edge of my fastway pegs.....ouch:eek:
It was at this point a noticed his pupils where like 21 inch rims and he was clearly on something. He started screaming at me and saying he wanted some money for me "fooking his leg up" Some friends of his where "conveniently" lurking at the back of the gas station and came round to add their 2 penneth. All of them clutching brown bags full of what smelled like aviation fuel.

The situation was getting a bit out of hand and I decided to make a tactical withdrawal thinking I could get gas later.

I put my helmet on and did it up then lunged towards the lot of them shouting FOOK OF. This gave me the 10 seconds I needed while they decided what they where going to do to jump on the bike and do the quickest start and go of my life.
One of them sprinted after me and managed to get a hand on my fuel can but a twist of the wrist and he soon melted away in my rear view mirror.

I was tempted to go back and give the five Johnny foreigners a damn good thrashing in case they tried it on with a gentleman of the road again but I decided against it as it was getting on a bit now and the infamous ATT had given me a recommend for the night, at a drinking hostel he was familiar with in down town Memphis.:augie
 
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Thats the third encounter with trouble you've manage to escape 'Bond'
 
I rolled into the centre of Memphis and fell in love with the place straight away. Thousands of people milling around with blues music coming from a dozen different bars from each street I rode down.

The smell of BBQ food filling the air and Neon lights inviting you in to sample their unique blends of beers and grub.
I pulled over in front of a live music stage with a blues band giving it big licks.
It took a good 40 mins of ringing steadily more expensive hotels before I decided on treating myself to the Marriott that had a 24 hour guard on the car park which gave me piece of mind after the earlier events of the day.
$140 dollars but another $20 for local taxes.
After a quick shower I headed for Beale street and BB Kings Blues bar on a recommend from ATT.
Beale street is outrageous! Every 30 feet there is a different bar with a different style of Blues ( all Live) and every type of food you can think of. Still stuffed from my hearty lunch I decide on a rack of ribs and a pitcher of Sam Adams for a starter to the evening.
The rest of the evening is a bit hazy as the beers kept coming in frosted huge glasses and everyone was so welcoming. Especially the young filly who insisted on seeing my ID. before she would serve me:D Bless her poorly eyes.
I ended up in a bar a few blocks from Beale street called Hueys where the beer was half the price I had been paying and the band fantastic. I ended up drinking with them until about 2am after they finished their set.
Cracking night and a must to go back there.:thumb2
Start: Pinball Wizard, The Who
Finish: Gimme All your Lovin, ZZ Top
Mileage:5325
 

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Thats all for now, its Friday night and I`m off out on the piss.:beerjug: Thats where you losers should be:D

TTFN
 
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A quick ride to Brighton on the GS for a night on the lash with some old army buddies then back tmrw o crack on with it :thumb2



No gags about Brighton please Tim:D:ymca
 
A quick ride to Brighton on the GS for a night on the lash with some old army buddies then back tmrw o crack on with it :thumb2


Are you lost :confused: Do we have to send a search party out for you?
 
Are you lost :confused: Do we have to send a search party out for you?

It's ok, I've had word that he's alive and well and still enjoying all that Brighton has to offer :thumb

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Andres
 


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