I think the toughest part of driving to New Orleans is the trek through Texas. It seems like Texas is endless and the landscape is all the same. After riding Highway 287 for a while me and the wifey swapped drivers. I saw this beat up motel (if you could call it that) a rocks throw from where we parked.

I’ve driven and ridden across a lot of highways in my life and this is one you don’t want to have car troubles in the middle of the night. I’m just saying…