Well! The story shall evidently continue.
It seems the Missus, whom I will identify by her going first name TD, got an itch to set up some trips for the new year. Lake Michigan Circle, a few to La Crosse (one of the best destination/jumping off points in the upper Midwest), some southern Ohio and West Virginia, and lo and behold, a few days to visit the Big Easy again in mid-February just before the Mardi Gras craziness sets in.
She's a chef, and that has two impacts: getting time off is erratic at best. You never know when 250 people are suddenly going to need to be fed a nice dinner. And, scoring restaurants.
When I travel solo, a good Denny's and an occasional steak is all I need. Yeah, but when you travel with a 30+year food service professional, a venue like New Orleans is a deal of some import.
Our last trip did include the Commander's Palace, and to this day, she will tell anyone that's the best meal she's ever had in her whole life. I do not disagree.
She got a couple of kitchen tours, too, in famous places, by identifying her profession, and that's heavenly, too, to the right person.
So with time a bit short, we'll fly in this time, grab a couple of Yamahas at the Eagle Rider rental joint adjacent to the airport, and see what we can get into on the 17th-19th (if not another day).
She gets an MT-07, not too, too distant from her beloved SV650S, and I get stuck with a Tracer 900, for economy's sake: the respective daily fees are $49 and $79, which is downright cheap for motorcycle rentals in my experience.
Redfish, it could be your challenge might be put to the test.
Now, to get the appropriate weather ordered up. Hopefully I won't have to sneak in Gerbing hookups when the guy isn't looking. (Did that once on a Wing out of Denver and it was a very good idea.)
2020 Ninja 400 in the hands of the Missus
2004 Suzuki SV650S, also Hers
In the avatar: 1966 Velocette Venom Thruxton and 1967 BSA Royal Star.