If adventure is what you want, it can be had in spades. With the still-leaky dikes and levees everywhere, it seemed like washed-out roads (requiring reroutes) were commonplace, like on my way to lunch in Bay St Luis, MS. Heck, just out for a ride along Lake Pontchartrain after one of the usual torrential downpours there was inches of standing water everywhere. It made being on the outside of the Levee seem like a really bad idea. But the whole urban area is ripe for motorcycle exploration like few others. Though all the towns and wards and parishes are side-by-side, these bridges and huge floodgates make it seem like crossing an international border. Cross a set of floodgates and suddenly the scene changes. On the other side could be a park, or a university campus, or one of the beautiful aboveground cemeteries, or just a change in scene to an older part of town. The streets of old Metaire are a twisty mess but give way to the gridlike precision of New Orleans proper.