After the almost full day of clearing customs and retrieving Strider at the Jacksonville docks, we were tired. Headed west a hundred miles or so and crashed in a motel. Felt strange to be touring in the U.S., after an 18 month absence. This strangeness was compounded by it being late January while we were doing it. We planned on a leisurely run along the Gulf coast to New Orleans, then up to Shreveport, via Baton Rouge. I had a friend in Shreveport who had an "in" with the "Cajon Mafia" in lower Louisiana. We were planning on spending the Mardis Gras weekend with them.