The loud blow on your beignets comes from the street musicians out front. When they’re done one of them takes the bucket, counts the bills, and slides a fold for every player between his fingers for all to see. He holds out his hands and each guy takes one, counts it, and pockets it. They pack-up and disappear slowly into the steamy background of Jackson Square, each player going his own way. This looping vignette acquires diabolical mojo as you sip Café Au Lait.
These relics persist long after they’ve been put out of service. And they’re hard to raze when machinery can no longer be positioned to take them down. Nowhere bridges are everywhere but you’re more likely to notice them from a motorcycle.
You see the strangest things on a motorcycle and the areas around Grimes and Washington counties have their fair share. This week it felt like we were rolling through a Dr. Seuss book. We have a soft spot for this little corner of the universe near Old River Rd and FM 1370.
Steel Wheels 