A Boy and His Bike - Page 2


The race begins at Randy Heer's "Rocket Man Motors" body shop out in Kenner, Louisiana. I'd say that the temperature was at about 91 degrees with the heat/humidity factor putting it well over 96. The sun scorched overhead, as if to say, "Bring it on punk." Randy's closing of the large shop double doors was the starter pistol, and we were off!


This is a little junkyard behind Randy's.

I get on Veterans Memorial Blvd. and head East like I never have before. I felt strong, almost like a god at this point because I realized what lied ahead, and I knew there was no turning back. I was on a bike, and I was going home.

I turn off of Veterans onto the airport road. Two planes planted their landing gear as I made my way South across the long stretch of road. I remember thinking here, "Wow, this is a long road!" Later I would find out that it was probably the shortest route I would take all day.


This is the East side of the New Orleans International Airport.

At the end of the airport road, I reached Airline Hwy. I jumped on it and headed east for about half a mile, at which point I turned and headed South on Williams Blvd. After about a half-mile headed South, I reached the river, the Mississippi.