Thursday, December 24, 2015

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.

conway-to-memphis

Prepare for food, scooters, and wrasslin', because that's what's happening in Memphis. I reached out to some folks at Memphis Kings SC for things to do and a place to crash, which is how I met Cassi.


Memphis As Fuck. April 22 - 24, 2015.
Hi, Cassi! Her pink scooter also doubles for business as delivery vehicle for...

Memphis As Fuck. April 22 - 24, 2015.
...Pink Diva Cupcakery. The concoction above has peanut butter beer you inject into the cupcake.

I've come to enjoy the stretching and compressing of time over distance, watching as cows and horse-lands give way to Dollar Generals and Subways, but I still feel a bit of whiplash coming into town. At a gas stop in Des Arc, AR, a man drawled at me, "Tha's a naice rahd you got there, son," but maybe he calls everyone that. Soon enough the Memphis skyline was rising before me. I'm back in Tennessee!

We wasted no time at Cassi's. She single handedly runs Pink Diva Cupcakery, and I was handed a sample upon entry. It was mostly gone before she mentioned all her food was vegan – score, no dairy repercussions for me. We had a dinner date with the other Memphis Kings, so we grabbed a few cupcakes from her shop and headed out to do Memphis-y things.

Memphis As Fuck. April 22 - 24, 2015.
For instance, the Peabody Hotel ducks, which Cassi hadn't seen in years. These ducks live a good life.

Memphis As Fuck. April 22 - 24, 2015.
 After hanging out in the lobby, the ducks are led back to their home in a miniature reproduction of the hotel on the top floor.
The guy in red is very enthusiastic. We wondered if his business card reads, 'Duckmaster'?

Memphis As Fuck. April 22 - 24, 2015.
It's an old world fancy kind of hotel, complete with creepy dog statues guarding the stairwell.

Alas, Cassi's friend wasn't working in the hotel that day. Next tourist destination!

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Checking out some Beale St shops.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
A. Schwab's, Amazon.com shopping of yesteryear.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Tour of their soda fountain! Alton Brown's show introduced me to the concept of soda jerks.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Meeting up with scootery folk at Cafe Eclectic.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Through the forest to Shelby Forest General Store...steak and bluegrass on Friday night.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Banjo pickin' in front.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Lunch counter in the middle.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Seating for scooterists in the back. Steak (and cupcake) time.

Jay led us down the kind of small forested road where moonshiners might feel at home, but I didn't come across any white lightning. Just steaks and history, and fried pies?!

Anyhow, it was a lively evening seeing these guys again (I met some of them back at Amerivespa, or was it Bandcamp?). Just in case I was in a dearth of calories, Cassi presented me with this for breakfast:

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Cake ends for breakfast. Ohhh boy.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Roundhouse Revival has shops, food trucks, and a wrasslin' ring, currently occupied by a blues band.
The idea is to save the Mid-South Coliseum from demolition.

Cassi explained to me Memphis' fascination with building new convention centers, but dilemma of what to do with their old ones. Today's event had plenty of supporters for not tearing down the Coliseum. She also explained that Memphis, while not a huge city, experiences a constant stream of events – there's never a shortage of something to attend.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Scooterists got hungry while waiting for the wrasslin'.
We meant to go to Central BBQ, but the line was tremendous.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Break for fried delicious things at Soul Fish Cafe with recent Atlanta transplants and a local.
Fryin' all the okra and tomatoes and pickles and crawfish and fish...

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Back at the Mid-South Coliseum, the good guys won and the crowd goes crazy!

With the a good chunk of the Kings, we continued Memphis-ing around (right after all five of us followed Cassi for a cupcake delivery, which must have been amusing for the recipients – cupcakes delivered to your door, xoxo your local scooter gang).

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Scoot to a Memphis institution, Jerry's Sno Cones.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Tiger's blood flavor.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Not done yet. Wiseacre Brewery stop. Their Earl Grey Pale Ale is killer.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Awesome mural of The King on shipping container bridge. 

The next day was frittered away at a vegan brunch with Cassi's friends, Republic Coffee for work, and the Central BBQ that eluded me before (it's pretty fantastic). Cassi and I decided that after a productive day the evening demanded homemade Bloody Marys, but there had been talk of a tornado watch.

We thought, Nahhh, Kroger is only a few miles away, we'll pick up supplies real quick and make it home in 15.

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Nope.

I should have known the clouds would be hanging low in precisely the direction back to Cassi's. Within minutes of pulling out of the lot, the sky turned a sickening hue of yellow. We hit a curtain of rain, and visibility dropped to just a few feet. In clearer patches, you could see sheets of falling water blow in waves across the street, making ripples in the rising inches of water. The gusts pushed the bike across the road like a marble; Cassi had a cheap 50cc, I couldn't believe she was holding it straight. The sky lit up blue with lightning, thunder cracked. We were drenched, but at least there was no hail...yet.

Back at base I changed into a borrowed bathrobe (see I do wear pink, there's just no photographic evidence of it). Cassi flipped on the news to discover we caught the edge of this:

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Newscaster said to stay at home and watch for flooding.
Too late. Tornado watch also in effect.

The light from the window alternated blue and yellow for hours, but we had Netflix and a pitcher of Bloody Mary – mine soon to be garnished with about 50 pickles and olives. Does this count as having ridden through a tornado? Maybe just a tornado watch?

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 - 24, 2015.
Dried off and ready to roll. Thanks, Cassi and the Memphis Kings!

Thanks for the welcome, Cassi! I have a feeling I'll catch up to her, Jay, and Lettie again, but that's for later.

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