For some reason I worry about rush hour in Houston, but it’s Saturday. Duh. The bike won’t pull past 7,000 rpm and I believe that there are 8 pounds of butterflies in the airbox. At a local Citgo I run into the service manager for Suzuki shop who gives me directions. At the dealership the mechanic pulls off the body work. It appears that he’s never done this before and it takes time and then cleans out the airbox and filter. After a test ride he says that there is no change and the talk turns to a $250 fuel filter or fuel pump.  Whatever you guys say. Fortunately the charge is only $36.00 and I head out.

The road east of Lafayette, LA is an engineering marvel. Usually it bounces the heck out of me, but today the road seems to be smoother. Mile after mile of bridge through the wetlands is a phenomenon. Traffic is heavy but moving briskly. Before I know it I'm passing over the Mississippi River in Baton Rouge.

As soon as I hit the freeway ramp I crank the bike up and it pulls right to redline. I’d be a happy guy is I could ever find a reputable dealer. Just before the Alabama border I call it a night.