CHAPTER SIXTHE SAFARI CLUB
The Safari Club was a sprawling music hall with a thatched roof, tiki torches and fake lion heads on the walls. It stood two stories tall and all alone along the bayou in the flatlands between Thibodaux and Raceland. A wide, wooden porch, designed to look like a boat dock, surrounded the club. The thatch was ornamental. A shingle roof beneath the decorative topping kept the rain out and represented half-hearted efforts to bring the old storage facility up to public safety standards.
The Divebomberz were on the way to their gig at the Safari Club when Dupre and The Wheelers intercepted them 10 miles from the club, providing a thundering escort down the bayou. Long hair, black leather, fringe, and colorful headbands fluttered like freak flags in the high-speed br
