Rollin, rollin down the Mississippi……………
---Our motorcycle adventure up the Mississippi to it’s mouth in upper Minnesota was over 450 miles one way. But we spent two leisure weeks riding both sides. So it wasn’t tiring. Each day was just a short hop on the ole Panhead. We were soon pushin 40. So figured if’in we were going to spend another vacation laying on a cold squishy air mattress on the cold hard ground, in a kid’s one person tent, we’d better git to gittin. Most of the time it was warm and soft for me. I slept on top or all over Dollie much of the time!
---According to my precise calculations, using our Insurance Company free atlas, showed it was twice as far to New Orleans from home. There were no such things as GPS’s or computers then. And since space was tight, the atlas was tossed in a corner before we left home. After all, how many ways is “down the river“? After getting there, we had to come all the way back the other side. Seemed simple enough. The packin began. The beggin Dollie’s Mom to watch the kids for another two weeks began. Glad she loved me and was willing. This time our motorcycle adventure was in mid July, company vacation. Hot enough for Dollie to git nearly nekid! And nearly nekid she did.
---Going south near Keokuk, Iowa, on the Illinois side, roads were un-crowded and scenic. Bout the only things I had to watch for were critters crossin the narrow River Route in southern Illinois. Snakes, turtles, and other crawly creepy things. No time or place for night riding that time of year. Dollie was able to go top down and wear her butt showin shorts much of the trip…other than through small towns and occasional traffic. She forgot and was topless clean through a tiny town along the river. Got lots of smiles, whistles, and hollers.
---As we rolled to a stop just before another hick town a policeman in a black and white rolled up on my left. He motioned me over. Somethin about Dollie being dressed illegally. No top and her ass cheeks exposed. Being a fair, fun loving cop, he suggested she cover her boobs till we got through and outta town. He said something like--- “lean back little lady and let me see what ya got..” ( swear he sounded like John Wayne) Gave us a wave and he was gone around the corner. Coulda spent vacation in Critter Corners, Louisiana. Dollie covered her boobs till we cleared town and we both made sure she was more alert the rest of the trip.
---After awhile, the sun and wind on bare breasts just seems natural and comfortable. Anyway it does to Dollie. Again, we often didn’t see the big Muddy. But followed the Great River roads best we could. We had seen most of the upper Mississippi by car and bike many times before. But most of the lower part below Missouri were new territory for us. We were enjoying the slow ride and the scenery as we got farther into Cajun Country. Spanish moss hangin from trees, Magnolias a bloomin, an occasional Gator laying in wait in a small water filled ditch. Reminded me that we were wearin shorts and thinkin how he was smiling for some reason. Damned no time to break down or crash. But, on the good side, I could run faster than Dollie could! Nope, I never mentioned that to her.
--- Camping in that tiny thin canvas tent didn’t seem like the right thing to do as we got nearer the mouth of the Mississippi. Them Gators looked hungry! We stayed in small campground RV rentals or cabins, and cheap motels. I’m not sayin we were skeered. But being lunch for a Gator did enter our minds. Dollie made me do it. I woulda stayed in the tent right in the middle of them thar Gators. I’ve seen Gator fighters. Looks easy to me. Wouldn’t bother me……Yea right!
---Dollie did a lot of flashin along the way. Mostly because her titties were bouncing freely against my back already. Wonder I didn’t get burn skid marks up and down my spine. To tease she would often pull my tankie top up and mash those little jugs against me. Made steerin the bike difficult when my tool got tangled in the handlebars.
---Stayed right downtown New Orleans. Our first time there and in French Quarter. First time seein non-biker women flashin body parts right on Bourbon Street and most everywhere else. This was when it was normal and almost legal. Riding down Bourbon Street, Dollie leaned back on the bike seat. setting her titties free. People stood in front of the bike, forcing me to stop so they could take pictures. Again, we never took many pictures back then. But I pretended to.
---Attended a bike nite right off Bourbon Street. Wandered in and out of Honky Tonks and other adult establishments. Seems everywhere I looked, I looked at bare titties. Dollie joined in showing hers whenever and wherever horny people asked. We did manage to take time to finish our bike ride to the end of the Mississippi River, as far as possible. Road sort of ends in a swamp. Two short days and nights and we had to head back up the River and home.
---The northern Mississippi River ride had been fun. This southern route was unbelievable. It was difficult sleepin in the pup tent on the return trip, after staying in real beds. But we wouldn’t change a thing about any of our motorcycle adventures. Yes, it was so much fun we did it again in our car. That time we lucked out and played some real fantasy flashin games.
Okay Dollie wasn't pushin 40 in that photo. Closer to 60.