| Ready and Forward Vol. 2 (April 2005) |
Greetings Soldiers! Well, here we are towards the
end of April and we’re on our second newsletter for
the year.
Anniversaries- Mrs. Ma’am & Hip-Hop April 24.
Birthdays- Hip-Hop: May 9, Skeptic: May 19.
Best wishes and many more to come.
On the weekend of April 22-24, we were invited to
attend our sister chapter’s annual dance in New
Orleans—The Big Easy. We mounted up the posse
with “Soulja”, “Lonewolf”, “Skeptic”, “Doc Matrix”,
“Preacherman”, “Mac Daddy” and yours truly, “Hip-
Hop”. Each soldier mounted his/her respective
steel horse. I, on the other hand decided to pull my
horse down in a covered wagon along with Mrs. Ma’
am. I wasn’t alone in my case; the wagon train also
included two associate members, “Cat-Eyez” and
“Soul Shaaka” who also drove down to the Big Easy.
We ventured out at 0900 hours with a farewell send
off by “Big Sarge”. He looked so lonely in our rear
view.
The skies were cloudy, but we didn’t encounter any
adverse weather. After traveling about 3 hours, we
stopped for some vittles at a local restaurant in
Alexandria, LA. An hour or so later, we hit the
dusty trail and continued on our long journey. I ran
into some problems with keeping up with the posse
because of my covered wagon and decided to slow
down for safety reasons. However, we exchanged
cell-phone numbers with the other four wheelers in
order to keep in touch. We hit traffic just outside of
New Orleans and I was able to catch up to the
posse. We arrived about 1730 hours at the Best
Western Hotel on the West Bank in Harvey, LA. We
were greeted by “Roamy” (New Orleans, President)
and “Precious” with open arms. Later, we had a
meet-n-greet with some food provided by our
gracious host. We had the privilege of meeting
members from Atlanta and Florida Chapters.
Later that evening, we mounted up the posse and
headed to the French Quarter. That was an
experience in itself. As we rode down Canal,
Bourbon and other streets in search of parking,
pedestrians and revelers on both sides of the
narrow corridor cheered us. Finally, we parked and
proceeded on foot to various party spots. To our
surprise, there was a web news crew NOLA.com
doing interviews and they caught up with a couple of
our soldiers with questions about who we were. I
thought we had gotten a little exposure. I went to
that web site recently and I was unable to find
anything on us. But, they do have a web cam on
“Bourbon Cam” mounted on Bourbon St. you can
view in real-time.
We then mounted again and headed to a small club
called “Bullets” with a huge atmosphere. Don’t let
the name scare you; it was far from bullets flying.
The joint had a very positive vibe with some friendly
patrons. We partied ‘Big Easy” style, 0100 hours
approached and it was time to head back to the
hotel for some much needed rest. Saturday
morning we had breakfast and prepared for our
group ride. About noon soldiers from Houston and
Mississippi arrived. At 1300 hours we mounted up
and headed out with 29 steel horses on the trail.
New Orleans is still trying to beat us out with the
number of bikes present at the “Frontier Meeting”..
“Peace-Maker” (New Orleans, Vice President), lead
us to beautiful Lake Pontchartrain. We then
dismounted and took photos. You can view the
pictures on our web page and Georgia’s web page.
We rode back to the French Quarter to hang out.
After an interesting afternoon…and you know what
I mean…anything goes in the Quarter, we rode to a
seafood buffet and enjoyed some southern fried
catfish. It was time to head back to the hotel and
rest up for the night’s event. Again, that evening,
“Peace-Maker” escorted us to a local community
center where our host had their annual dance.
What a great atmosphere seeing all of the different
biker clubs. It was like a seen from “Biker Boys”.
Some of the clubs present were the Night Riders,
Soul Knights, Pack Hunters, Night Crawlers and Red
Hot Divas.
The Divas were from Texas, they rode in with our
other sister chapter from Houston. We partied until
our guest shut-it-down; of course, we were the last
to leave. Also we won our first club trophy just for
our attendance and another trophy for the largest
club in attendance (New Orleans, we’re still waiting
on our trophy). We’ll try for a more prestigious one
next time.
Sunday morning came quick and it was time to part
our separate ways once again. I loaded up my
trusty steed with the aid of “Gold Rush”, Houston’s
President, and said good-bye to our fellow soldiers.
The Shreveport posse mounted up shortly after I
departed at 1000 hours. We all made it back home
to Shreveport, between 1730 and 2030 hours. All in
all it was a lovely outing and we want to thank our
New Orleans Chapter for inviting us down, and
showing us a great time. Well that’s it for this
edition soldiers- PEACE.
-Hip Hop
