treat, whatever the outcome. I had no idea that the train would run on Saturday.
Barney Fife shot me with the radar but I ain't no dummy. I was off the bike and pushing it.
I went thataway.
I came in on top of the Ponchatoula Depot.
I took the appropriate shots.
I visited the little engine that was featured in my last historical epic.
Exiting south, I found this. It was busy on a Saturday.
Exiting dry land I feared that access to the rails would be limited to Manchac.
If you cross the tracks this is what awaits.
Taken from across the bridge looking back.
More Old Old US 51
Past Manchac I found a beauty spot.
Being the confluence of a passing track it was prime for action.
He began honking.
Feeling I was again too long in one spot, I retreated back to Manchac.
It was President Eisenhower that initiated the "Interstates".
I set up shop and told all the loud tourist and urchins to back off or suffer the consequences.
I did what I never do. I proceeded to race Amtrak.
7 minutes later I saw her nose a shining.
An adrenalin rush caused a premature click. I hate that but nevertheless it cements the fact that
The conductor stared out the rear window