What with the internet and all, I found out that many people made their own trail stands and packed them along with them for assorted reasons, and as I had one or two roadside punctures, I decided that I could make my own out of a hospital crutch that I’d acquired when my Bandit hit Bambi way back in 2007. It worked! But then I found myself drawn into a discussion on advrider.com with fellow inmates and up popped this dude who put in a shameless plug for his new trail stand. I figured that “Made in the USA” meant that I’d never be able to afford it or justify the expense plus shipping to north of the 54th parallel, so I ooh-ed and aah-ed, then promptly forgot about it.
|The EnduroStar.com trail stand in action, Fleur-De-Lis Trail, Cape Breton Island NS|
When I had a flat on the first 60 kilometres of a 1600km journey to Prince Edward Island on my fully loaded KLR with my dog Suzi on board, it took a call to a friend and his garage set up to fix the tire and get us back on the road, so a huge shout out to Willie who went out of his way to get us back on the road and to my friend Dan who kindly let me rob him of a rear tire hanging on his garage wall.
|Note the stand? You can’t pack that in a top box!|
That stand you see in the shot had to be brought out to me by my friend Willie in the trunk of his car, and if I tried to squeeze it underneath the seat or into a tool tube, I’d still be out on the shoulder today. The sad part is that I already had most of the tools I needed to fix the puncture and get back on the road underneath the seat and in the tool kit. Complete with levers zip tied to the sub frame, and a bicycle pump under the seat.
If I pissed off Willie or Dan or they didn’t figure that hitting the Trans Canada was worth their while to help a mate in Atlantic Canada as opposed to Ontario, I might be forced to renew my CAA membership!
Right, fast forward a couple of years, and there is my friend Eric manning his booth at the motorcycle show in Toronto with one in the display case, and he lets it go for under $30 dollars. Now I’m totally chuffed and eager to get the elastic bands off of this thing and see how it works.
|The older TS2 model. Photo courtesy of EnduroStar.com|
|It’s missing that beautiful sticker.
Photo courtesy of EnduroStar.com
The design of the Enduro Star Trail Stand is simple, straight forward and ships fully assembled, although the Velcro strap puzzled me at first (more on that later), constructed completely of steel, and with five parts plus the strap to make a total of six bits. You only need to take off two gloves to count this high! When testing it for first time use, I found that you need to remove the retaining pin, extend the rod to the desired height, and insert the “V” crotch into the top, then lever it up underneath the motorcycle to support the weight, at which point you may find out what that Velcro strap is for as your bike may or may not want to roll forward off and away from the stand. If you are anything like me, then you will need to RTFM to figure out that the Velcro strap prevents that roll by firmly pulling your front brake lever in against your throttle tube. (I find I don’t need the strap when just lubing the chain. YMMV)
|The TS3. Photo courtesy of EnduroStar.com|
That’s it, that’s all. The hardest part of using it is finding the right spot to place it underneath the bike where it will securely hold the weight, which is different for all makes and models of bikes. On the KLR I couldn’t use it on the swingarm, so it ended up underneath a foot peg bracket. On the DR650E I was able to use it on the axle nut for light duty, or underneath the foot peg bracket. On my Versys I simply use it underneath the swingarm spool.
|Action shot! Photo courtesy of EnduroStar.com|
With a heavy bike fully (over)loaded for touring, I found that the foot needs to be on asphalt or similarly supported if on dirt with a kickstand plate, rock etc. With lighter bikes such as my KLR, the DR650E or my Honda XR400R, I was able to use it on firm grass or dirt surfaces just with the included foot.
It’s so well constructed that it survived an 8,000 kilometre trip across the Trans Labrador Highway and the only damage was that which it caused to the plastic top case by rattling around in the bottom of it! I initially disassembled it and had to stored away in the tool tube, but found I was using it so frequently that I got lazy and tossed in back with the chain wax. lol.
|Photo courtesy of EnduroStar.com|
I think I learned my lesson well enough with the KLR, and used only heavy duty tubes from that day forward, and over a few different bikes I’ve been very fortunate not to need to use this on the stand or roadside for flat repairs, but in the garage or out in the motel parking lot for simple chain maintenance, this thing is stellar! I’d throw the bike into neutral, lever up the arse end and slip it under the swingarm or footpeg bracket, and get down to the serious business of lubing the chain. It’s not going to replace your garage stand, but for quick little jobs like this, it has paid for itself in terms of ease of use, availability, durability, and providing me with incentive to spray that chain at the next gas stop.
I contacted the email@example.com for permission to use some photos on the blog, and he noted that I’ve an older TS2 model, as the “V” crotch slips in and out of the end of the stand, whereas the new and improved TS3 incorporates a threaded design so you spin the “V” crotch into the end of the stand securing it. So you might want to think of the safety wire holding the end of my stand together as the TS2beta. It works for me. 😀
I’ve posted a few close ups of the trail stand in action from my tour of Nova Scotia’s Lighthouse Route that I travelled this summer, and the same stand has been with me for seven years and over 150,000 kilometres of touring, from the Trans Labrador Highway down to the Blue Ridge Parkway and Deals Gap.
|This side up. I wonder if that has changed on the newer TS3? 😛|
|This side down. Gravity works.|
|Even the sticker survives the test of time and abuse|
I got mine from a Canadian vendor that sold his business, and sadly I was unable to find inventory of the three Canadian online retailers that I checked, but it is sold directly on the Enduro Star website or if you are still not convinced you can read the reviews here on AdvRider.com
I took the V out for a three day cruise round the southern part of Nova Scotia, ride report here, and over the 1800km ride and camp trip, experienced a few problems with the bike that now has 71,000 km on the odo.
|I don’t always follow the sheeple.|
First off, I pulled in for a cup of coffee, sat down on the curb to finish it, and noticed that my right front fork seal was leaking.
|Yep, it’s leaking.|
I still had another 1500 km to go at this point, so I wiped it off and kept on keeping on.
Day 2 it was looking a tad worse, flinging oil and nicely waterproofing some of my plastics…
Later on, I found that I was hearing some noise from the chain, but only when I was on throttle. If the clutch was in on the bike in neutral, the noise went away, so I figured I missed an opportunity to lube the chain, or been riding too much gravel again, so stopped and hit it with the spray.
Love that Endurostar.com stand!
The noise went away completely, and I thought I had it all sorted, that is until I got it back into the garage and had a good look at the fork seal.
I’d had success in the past using the Seal Mate product to clean and recover my left front seal, so thought to try it on the right leg, now that it was leaking a wee pool down over the brake disc and onto the garage floor.
The first thing I noticed was that the dust cover was not fitting very firmly to the fork cylinder, and of course there was all sorts of grit and grime under it, and the seal mate hauled out more grit than I was expecting. I left the bike with a rag wrapped around the lower fork to see if it would stay dry overnight supporting just it’s own weight now that the seal had been cleaned up, but it was not meant to be, and in only a couple of hours, the fork was damp again with a slow trickle from underneath the seal and down the leg into the rag. Great, now I need to order that fork spring compressor tool up from the states, $40 bucks for the tool, with another $40 shipping clapped on top. I think I’m going to take some measurements and try to make my own out of bolts and plumbing or gas fitting parts from Home Depot, as I’ve seen quite a few examples of DIY jobs on the Versys forums and on the internet.
Now, I might as well adjust the chain while I have the bike up on stands, right? I put my chain alignment tool on the sprocket, give a go on both sides, tighten things up and give the wheel a spin to check to see if it has stretched unevenly. Yep, it’s fine over 3/4 of the chain, then 1/4 is actually tight with very little give! As I rotate the wheel, I’m hearing a rhythmic grinding noise (think 1Hz) at 0 degrees (think of me wiping a bit of oil onto the top of the hub and using it as a reference point). It turns out that whenever the wheel hits 0 degrees, the chain is tight, and I hear that grinding noise again. Bother! I think I’m overdue for a new set of wheel bearings in the rear end, and might as well do the front at the same time.
On the advice of a friend, Jiff, I ordered online at FortNine.ca the new fork seals and dust covers, wheel bearings for front and rear), chain and sprockets (I’m going to go with a 16T up front and the regular 46T in the rear) and a few other bits like a spare air filter and a pair of iridium plugs.
I’ll also be searching for threads on wheel bearing How-To while I’m waiting for the parts to arrive.
What can I say? If you don’t ride it, it will never break down on you. >:)
I read through the Versys forum and watched this series of videos for the forks:
Any advice or suggestions regarding the forks or bearings? (“Stop riding” is not the answer I’m looking for. 😛 )
Now that the bike is up on blocks awaiting parts, I should have more time to update my blog. I’d rather be riding.
|Westhead Point, East Green Harbour Nova Scotia|
Whenever Peggy’s Cove came up in a conversation with my Dad present, I say “I’ve never been.” and my Dad would look at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders and say emphatically “You’ve been to Peggy’s Cove before!”. Yeah, I think I was three or four and I remember nothing of it. I had to put this right! I was also watching posts from Vagabondesss.com that had me itching to get riding again and taking pictures.
When I was in the army, they used to say “The plan nevers survives contact with the enemy.”, and I found it no different when riding a motorcycle. Dad used to be a programmer back in the day, and he used to tell me “Garbage in, Garbage out” and I didn’t do quite enough work with Garmin Basecamp. I think I had route avoidances enabled in basecamp, to avoid highways, so the track I produced look good in the zoomed out view, but in detail it often would plot me on a road that 15 minutes on a nearby highway might save me 30 minutes of riding. One day I’ll learn my lesson.
|And the Plan was not so Good. But this ride was EPIC!|
I downloaded it into my Garmin, put my battery packs on to charge while my bike was plugged into a tender in the garage, and tossed in a load of laundry as nudity is frowned upon in many Canadian Provinces, and watched Austin Vince’s Mondo Enduro as part of my pre-trip preparations… Oh yeah! stuff some ramen noodles, tea bags, and instant oatmeal into my side case!
|Day 1 Crapaud PE to Annapolis Royal NS|
|I woke up stoopid early|
I woke up early, I mean “Sit on the porch and watch the sun rise early”. Roosters were disturbed out of their sleep when I fired up the Versys and let out the clutch, bound for a quick breakfast at Ann’s Country Kitchen in Crapaud PE…
|All over-loaded up and ready to roll!|
Anyhow, breakfast is getting cold so I’ll say ‘Cheers’ for now and I’ll get on with it.
|Crossing the Confederation Bridge|
I rode at a fair mile munching pace on the roads I’d been over before, was looking forward to riding south along Route 4 through the Folly Mountain area towards Truro NS and my planned start of the and enjoyed the cool morning air as I rode towards Truro NS where I would begin my ride up along the Glooscap Trail. Zac suggested an alternate route late last night, but it never got into my GPS and I was a bit disappointed at the condition of some of the roads leading to Route 4, which was pretty darned straight right on through to Masstown where I stopped in Masstown Market for a cup of coffee at Tim Hortons, sat down by the curb and met Lexis, a shy pit bull cross with a beautiful tan coat. And I to my horror, found my front right fork seal leaking enough to concern me. It looks like it’s time to replace both seals, and I’m not looking forward to the fork spring compression tools I’m going to have to buy to do this job. It’s nowhere near the brake pads which is fortunate.
I met another gentleman who wanted to talk bikes, and at 63 years old, the proud owner of a honda CBR1000. He had his knee operated on this year, and was sad to say he’s only put 2 km on the bike this year, he just can’t ride it safely Yet.
Once outside of Truro and on the Glooscap Trail proper, I really began to get into the ride, trying to alternate between a spirited pace yet still being able to “butterfly gaze” as my friends call it.
|He hits the gravel shoulders with his trailer.|
You have to be careful passing farm equipment, but once you do, you pretty much have the road to yourself.
|The Schubenacadie River at low tide|
I couldn’t safely stop on the bridge to get a decent picture of this, and later on you end up following the river back out to the coast in Maitland NS where these next pictures are from.
These next shots are from Burncoat NS and Burncoat Head as it overlooks Moose Cove
The Walton Lighthouse area was particularly scenic, with nearby camping on the opposite side of the Walton River. There were quite a few tents pitched there this weekend.
Hants County NS, which Glooscap Trail on Route 215 is a hoot! Watch out for hay wagons and manure trailers!
White Head NS is well worth the stop. I met a local family out for the day, and we talked a bit of bikes and the history of the area. Sad to say I didn’t get their names, but we must have spent a good half and hour chatting happily away in front of Indian Rock aka White Head rock. They were camped right on the beach in an old camper van, along with a diftwood campfire, so I’m going to guess free camping if you like rocks. Not so great for pitching a tent, I’m afraid.
See the boy in the blue shirt? Dad was yelling at him to stop climbing on the rocks, and I asked him how many times did his father have to yell at him for doing the same thing. He pointed over to another older gentleman and said “You can ask him, he’s right over there.” After that it was all about where are you from and where are you to. I love the East Coast.
It gets a bit more urban around Windsor NS, and I find that when the road leaves the coastline that I tend to take fewer pictures. 😀
|My camel back is awesome!|
I drink more than two litres of water a day while riding, probably close to three litres as I always seem to have about a litre left when I pull into camp. On a hot day your sweat is just whisked away by the wind, and you dehydrate rapidly. I admit to copying Gary who rides with one all the time, and I am now a convert. I won’t tour without it until the late fall, when I only need a small water bottle in the top case.
Outside of Windsor my lack of mapping began to rear it’s ugly head as Garmin had decided to avoid the highway and route me on a tertiary road outside of town, just off the main highway…It was a bit broken up, but fun to ride. I tend to get nervous when Garmin tells you to constantly turn and turn again withing kilometres of the last turn.
And we come to what I call “Adventures by Garmin”.
|Dragons be here!|
It looked like I only had to follow this for about two kilometers before it hooked up with what I thought was a larger road…
|The Ole Homestead|
I think the last ADVRider got stranded by his GPS and built this as shelter until he could download a software update for free from Garmin.
|It’s fun as long as the puddles aren’t deep and plentiful|
|Ummm. No, not on a bike I can’t pick up by myself with plastic cases.|
I posted on Facebook that it was fun going until I hit mud up to the axles, but it was a lie. As soon as I saw potholes that looked deep and mud filled in the distance, I turned round and rode back out to the highway and headed down to Wolfville NS where I found a meat market and lots of touristy traffic doing the wine tasting thing on a long weekend. While I knew that Nova Scotian wines were plentiful, I had no idea that the Annapolis Valley was the heart and soul of Vineyards in the province, similar to the Niagara region in Ontario.
On the way out of town I found a chip truck at the town limits and I had to stop in and try the fish and chips…
|Nippers, Like them on Facebook… 😉|
|Fantastic Fish, and the fries are hand cut just begging for malt and salt!|
|Sadly the fork is still leaking. At least the rim won’t rust|
When my 81 year old father found out I was headed this way, he sent me on a mission to locate the headstone of his Grandfather David A. Corkum, who used to teach in a one room schoolhouse in Scots Bay NS until his passing in 1913. His great gradfather was also a David Corkum, and I think he also was a school teacher, but I may have misheard. Anyhow, he was under the impression that his mum was born there, and left around the time of her father’s death for New Brunswick, so he sent me on a mission to Scots Bay to find lost family ties…
On the way you have to cross the valley through Canning, then climb a steep hill to the Look Off. As you can see I was caught behind a logging truck that was rolling up it slower than clutch out first gear, and I had cars in front and behind, so it became quite a balancing act complete with hot clutch and overheating motor. Once you get to the top you have to stop at the Look Off…
|Caught behind a logging truck on this spectacular ascent to the Lookoff NS|
At the Lookoff NS, and a camera just doesn’t do this spectacular panoramic view justice. I ended up taking a short video and posting it as opposed to trying for a panorama shot. I think the video worked out better.
|Looking out over the Annapolis Valley NS|
Yes, it was a pretty popular spot, so you will see bikes, cars and people there.
|The road to Scots Bay|
|Cape Split NS in the distance, and its worth riding out to it.|
|The cemetery where my Great Grandfather David A. Corkum is supposed to lie|
I couldn’t find the headstone, but I did find that the name Corkum has settled this area since the mid 1800’s from what I could see.
|There is a David Corkum laid here, but it may be my GREAT GREAT grandad|
|The school house was moved and renovated and is seen before you.|
I could never be described as shy, so I accosted the first local I found and asked them if they were born there in Scots Bay, but she pointed to a gentleman across the street sitting on the porch shucking peas… “Go ask Oliver, he was born here.” and with that I crossed the main road and talked to Oliver about the history of the area, and of the schoolhouse that had been moved and converted into a community hall way back in 1916. Today there is a tin warehouse standing on the spot.
Right, lets play tourist and ride out to Cape Split.
|Cape Split looking back over Scots Bay|
I knew I’d seen a mailbox with the name “orkum” on it on the ride in, so I thought I’d pay my respects to family and drop in (assuming of course that the “C” had fallen off, otherwise I’d be making a fool of myself yet again). I pulled into the driveway, to see a young lady, and dismounted gracefully and pulled off my helmet. I introduced myself, and my reason for being in Scots Bay and after a while found myself chatting happily on the porch with Amber and her father David while I was grilled to find out how we were related. It appears that membership in the Corkum family is highly guarded, similar to Masons, and my bona fides needed to be checked thoroughly before being granted probationary status, as there had been a Jenny Corkum born to one Nellie Brown-Corkum about twenty miles away in nearby Harbourville NS.
Two brothers had emigrated from Germany aboard the Pearl and had landed at Lunenburg Nova Scotia in or about 1752, where one of the brothers was sent to work on the island of Tancook, on a farm. He hated it so much that he worked his passage off the island with a fisherman, collected his brother in Chester NS and walked all the way to Scots Bay from there a distance of 85km as the crow flies, but with the brush and scrub back then, only crows could fly in a straight path. The cemetery shows a large number of Corkums were laid to rest there, along with other founding families.
I really enjoyed that moment (after given probationary family status) sitting on the porch and talking of David’s father, a local fisherman in Scots Bay who had to leave the industry back in the 70’s as the government bought up the fishing licenses and put a stop to the weir fishing that went on along the coast. At the time they were offering a couple thousand for licenses that today are worth 1.5 million dollars!
Things have really changed in this Province since the fish stocks became depleted and limitations imposed. A way of life the supported families for generations was coming to an end. You can see it as you ride round the coastline. Large towns and villages that surround a once thriving fishing industry and cannery that now seem weather beaten and in decline if you look for the signs.
I know a few fishermen these days, and two of them only do it part time to put food on the table, both younger men, while the older one works with a partner who holds a second license, so that between the two of them, they can support a home and family. I’d really like to have seen this place back in the 1900s, when boats and horses would have been the transport of the time. David’s father would have had to get his fish from Scots Bay to a market in Wolfville, the rail station, or perhaps ship it out, but where to? Salt cod and herring? Who was buying it? I could have stayed for hours… I had to get moving before I made a pest of myself. Did I mention that I love history?
I bid my new family a fond farewell and set off for Harbourville NS.
The roads on this part of the mountain are iffy, a combination of paved and gravel that will frustrate street bikes and have the adventure types really enjoying the ride, but not many of them connect in a straight line and I had to do a U-turn when I saw a lemonade stand…
|At 50 cents a cup, who could resist a bargain like that!|
Dad gave me a few tips for roads that headed roughly in the direction I wanted to go, with lefts, and rights and lefts etc.
|Note the cradles under the boats to prevent tip overs.|
The roads on this part of the mountain are iffy, a combination of paved and gravel that will frustrate street bikes with tire swallowing potholes and have the adventure types really enjoying the ride, but not many of them connect in a straight line and I found that I was in need of fuel, so I headed down off the mountain and on into Middleton for a Tim Horton’s stop and some fuel before making tracks for Annapolis Royal along Route 1, which winds it’s way along the picturesque shore of the Annapolis River.
|I made it! The Annapolis River|
By the time I got to the Annapolis River, it was getting dark and I started looking for a campsite. Not a campground, as I am between jobs and I was really trying to keep my expenses down, bringing my own food with the exception of lunch meals that I would buy along the way. I was going to either ask someone if I could camp in a suitable field far enough from the road not to be bothered by traffic, or to find some community centre, church or firehall with a patch of grass round back where I could “stealth camp” and leave early morning.
I saw a beautiful hay field and cow pastures along the Annapolis River, and turned up a driveway to ask the farmer if I could have permission to camp in the field below the house. After she found out that I loved her two dogs, and they loved me, she told me not to lick the electric fence and to kindly refrain from cow tipping. I’d been so worried that I’d be turned away, I was rather embarrassed, but I’ve found that everywhere I travel, it’s the same all over. The people that I meet are on the whole wonderful, and we all have stories to tell.
You are probably saying to yourself “This guy can’t afford a $35 campsite?!” It all adds up. I spent $350 a couple of weeks ago riding around the Cabot and Fleur-de-Lis trails in Cape Breton, and if I spent the same on a three day trip, there is $700 right there. I really wanted to do three days for under $200 so that I could prove that camping and riding every other weekend was possible.
|Beautiful camping spot!|
|Just me and ole Bessie|
|Note to self: do NOT wizz near the fence!|
|What a view to wake up to!|
|This tent peg went in easy, and pulled easy. I wonder why?|
The tent pegs had to be pounded into the ground with a few firm raps from my mini multipurpose hatchet/knife/hammer, but this peg went in so easily, I wonder why that is?
My sister had laid out a couple of apricots on the cutting board last night for me, something she does for her sons so they won’t forget to take a snack, or an apple. I felt so loved! Sadly they didn’t survive the trip in the top box after all those wicked fun gravel roads, but my mate Mike told me not to worry: “Smoothie!”. Lol. Even the shells on my hard boiled eggs were a bit rough for wear. I’m going to get one of those wee half dozen egg carriers, or perhaps just the two egg carrier.
|Six years strong, and it fails this trip!|
My MSR dromedary 4L water bladder that I’ve used since my trip across the trans labrador highway finally let me down… The smaller cap began to leak, and as it was in my top case, all the water leaked out and soaked my raingear, and my spare gloves, neck scarf etc. Water was sloshing around in the bottom of the case.Argh! The case is supposed to keep water out, not in! I think all the cap needs is a small o-ring added to it for a better seal, so I should be able to pick up an O-ring kit at Princess Auto (our version of Harbor Freight). More on this later.
|Ramen, and Turkey Sausage!|
My SVEA123R campstove was more than equal to the task of heating up dinner.
|Flashlight runs on a single AA battery|
I’m old enough to remember the days when flashlights took do D cell batteries, and you always made sure you had a spare bulb packed along. Who recalls the 6V latern batteries? This little LED number I have in my pocket or tankbag while I ride, then hanging from the gear loft in the tent until I go to sleep or until the battery runs out, whichever comes first. So, pack one rechargeable AA battery per day. Brilliant!
Below I’m bored and took a picture of my RavPower 6700mah powerpack recharging my Cardo G4 Scala so I can have music for tomorrow’s ride. When I bought this it was to talk via cellphone on a trip with my Dad into the interior of New Brunwick, now I hate to ride without listening to my tunes.
|Charging up the scala|
I’ve a solar panel that I bring for static camping to recharge the ravpower, but it’s not any use on a moving motorcycle.
Note to self: in the future place the tent along the furrows, not across them as I feel like I’m trying to sleep a camels hump. (Just kidding, I have a nice thick Thermarest I bought last year that is working out pretty nicely)
|The view from the supper table.|
|The cows might drop by for a drink later tonight|
And now at 2300 comes the rain. Scattered with thundershowers, 5mm to 15mm clearing late morning as reported by Environment Canada for the Digby NS forecast. And it is raining on the tent, but still warm. Wind was welcome setting up the tent, but now mosquitoes are thick and out for blood!
|It’s looking like I’ll be riding into some rain today.|
I hate to be so miserable, but I woke up to some rain showers and drizzle on an overcast day and had to pack up a wet tent before making my breakfast of tea. I just wasn’t hungry and wanted to get moving before the rain that was heading my way actually hit.
I’m guilty of following my Garmin and not studying the paper map as closely as I should have, and when I missed an exit for Digby Neck, I took the next turn indicated by Garmin onto Lower Cross Road that skirts St. Mary’s Bay… The asphalt quickly petered out and became gravel, then potholed, then a bit iffy, but there was farm equipment around in the fields, and and a pickup truck headed towards me who stopped to chat, and when I asked “Does this road get me out to Digby Neck? My GPS says it links up with the main road.”, the old Farmer laughed and said “I’ve seen so many guys like you who ask the same question, and yes it’ll get you out there.” That was reassuring even if I felt a bit foolish, but with last nights rain, trying a u-turn on this heavy bike with it’s essentially street tires was daunting, especially if there was wet clay ahead!
|Hay fields by St. Mary’s Bay NS|
|I met the farmer just round the bend as this road started looking a bit worse.|
It was only about three kilometres, and one slightly bad stretch in the treeline where I was forced to stand on the pegs and throttle up, but otherwise good. On a dry day even the GSXRs could have done it. 😉
|St. Mary’s Bay NS heading towards Tiverton|
Sadly I rode into a fog bank, and as Route 217 is largely inland in a wee valley, there wasn’t alot worth stopping for on the way in and back out again, and for the most part I was successful and was able to ride Digby Neck comfortably except when I rode into a fog bank and found I was getting a bit chilly. The fog was a heavy water vapour that collected on the windshield and occasionally tossed water droplets back to strike me in the face.
When I hit the ferry wharf it was at the end of a hairpin corner and the line up of vehicles caught me a bit off guard as I’d been enjoying the 20kph corner perhaps a bit too much.
|The Tiverton Ferry|
|Yes the fog was pretty thick!|
|Boats anchored just off the wharf|
With all this fog and two cable ferries to get out to Brier Island, I opted to save time and skip the ferry rides and head back down Digby Neck towards the town of Digby itself.
|That’s the mainland!|
|This is Sea Foam, not a fuel additive.|
|House for cheap, features include skylight for natural lighting!|
|Digby NS, a picturesque little town with a rich history.|
|This is a destination for a lot of the cruiser crowd, me not so much.|
It’s about ten and if you look at the map, here I am in the parking lot of Tim Horton’s chatting up the bikers that showed up for a poker ride that had been cancelled, when a Mustang showing off ran through the intersection right in front of the RCMP cruiser that had left the lot. We all laughed, and secretly I was glad that it hadn’t been me that they were after.
|Drama in the Tim Horton’s parking lot.|
Shoot, all morning in the fog and I still have to get to Yarmouth and beyond to maky today’s goal of about 600km!
The next stretch of coast was nice, and further on down Route 1 you come upon the homes of very proud Acadians who flew their flags on the front lawns of their homes. Happily it was a Sunday morning, and most of them were still in the cathedral parking lots, so I was able to make good time out to Cape Forchu. I stopped only a couple times as the fog was thinning, but obscured much of the detail I wanted to capture.
I did hit some light rain just outside of Digby and pulled over to do a rain dance and get into my gear.
|Still a very pretty sight, the camera doesn’t do it justice.|
The fog was still pretty thick although I had hopes that it would burn off by the time I hit Cape Forchu and Yarmouth, but it was not meant to be.
The roads leading out onto Cape Forchu were fun, with twists and turns and elevation changes. This was a refreshing change after the Acadian shore, and my bum was thankful for it.
The farmland gives way to the ocean and sights like this greet you from the road as you speed your way out along Main shore Road which is a nice gravel road, but there were plenty of washouts to keep a wary lookout for as I later learned they’d been hit with thunderstorms and lightening while I was sleeping in my tent, and enough rain to sweep away parts of the road into the ditch and surrounding marsh.
It was time to get out of this rain gear, and I found a nice grass verge next to Allen’s Lake where Eric pulled up with his Kayak strapped on top, and we chatted for a bit about bikes, ethnic foods, and Kayak racing as he used to compete in the Halifax K1 kayak races, although he didn’t do as well as he liked, he was still very proud of it. Today he was going to do a bit of fishing out by that lone pine in the fog you can see.
He did pass on that he and a group of friends had done a dirt riding adventure tour from Thailand to Cambodia, rough camping every night, buying geese and chickens from farmers as they passed through, turning them on a spit over the camp fires. It sounded very enticing and I asked about pricing etc, as it’s something I’d love to do at some point.
|Allen’s Lake NS|
|That’s a loon, he doesn’t care for motorcycles or kayakers.|
|Eric is owning this shit!|
|That looks just so appealing|
I’m a bit claustrophobic, and having my feet and legs inside the kayak isn’t the most appealing thing in the world, but I used to love to canoe, and I once did three kilometres up a river while my bowman did nothing but fish. I simply loved it, and the thought of being in a kayak without the huge sail area of a canoe and single paddle is very appealing but for the cramped condition. I have to convince my sister to let me have another go at hers when I get home.
I hit asphalt again in Overton, and shortly found myself at this memorial to sailors who worked the sea and had perished in the pursuit.
Later on you pass Yarmouth Bar and a causeway out onto Cape Forchu, and view across the Inner False Harbour is wonderful!
|Looking across the Inner False Harbour|
|Doesn’t she look just a bit like Darryl Hannah in Splash?|
|Just a rock, but it’s a rockin’ rock.|
|Cormorants on the Atlantic Ocean side|
|Cape Forchu Lighthouse|
|The rock again. Seeing makes me feel all warm inside.|
Okay, enough of the Rock, time motorvate myself and head into Yarmouth… And out again. The fog has been burning off, and is largely gone as I ride towards Wedge Point NS along the 334.
Sorry gang, not much to see here, I got a bit bored.
|This is how we roll. Improved air flow on the legs|
It’s largely a rock strewn beach, but it has it’s own beauty.
|Wedge Point NS|
|Goose Bay NS|
|Forms at a nearby boatyard.|
|Goose Bay looking towards Comeaus Hill|
I stopped for lunch at the Tuna Wharf, and while eating a lady with her family started chatting bikes with me, and before her back troubles put an end to long days int he saddle, she used to tour with other ladies of a similar nature, and I mean some serious miles, Grand Canyon, Eastern Seaboard. We had a fantastic conversation that let my fries cold and forgotten. And I’ve completely forgotten her name now, like an idiot, for which I apologize, but I really did enjoy the chat. 😀
I got rid of the heated vest and stuffed it back into my side case as the day began to heat up, and I was looking forward to Pubnico, but I was hearing a rhythmic clicking sound whenever I was on throttle steadily, not while coasting with clutch in, just when the throttle was maintaining or accelerating. Thankfully it was simply my O-Ring chain protesting at the lack of lubrication and I was able to quickly put that right at the next suitable gas stop in Pubnico.
|Fork Seal needs looking at|
|I’m not really happy with the chain way on this trip|
My friends seem to like the thinner Motul chain lube, along with other votes for simple 90W gear oil or even Automatic Transmission Fluid ATF, and my riding profile of gravel and rain suggests that I invest in a chain oiler to keep my chain from overheating and stretching. It’s stretched in three spots now, and I have way more drive chain lash and play which you can really feel in first and second gear, almost as if a cylinder was misfiring. What do you think of the inexpensive Loobman oiler system? If I had buckets of cash, webbikeworld did an excellent review on the Chameleon
|Gulf of Maine, Pubnico NS|
With the chain happy again, I made sure to check fluids, more gas for the bike, and another four litres of water for me.
The Lighthouse Route does not fail to please, in fact, this whole coast right up to the York Redoubt in Halifax was simply awesome in terms of road condition, twisties and scenic vistas. Gaspe and Cabot Trail may have the views and the news, but I found this much more engaging and technical on two wheels, with a lot more going for it that a brief rip down Deals Gap. I can really only compare it to Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virgina. These roads are as well maintained with no frost heaves, although some sections you need to pick a line as the asphalt has deteriorated a bit, but there were no surprises and I scrubbed my tires in nicely while maintaining a safe non-license threatening pace on what is essentially a Sport Utility Bike or SUB as a friend calls it. Now I was in love with those 120/17 front tires as the Continental tires just gripped curve after curve for the rest of the day. We are talking about riding twisties for five hours until I started to lose my light around 7 pm that evening!
|Shag Harbour NS|
My friends asked me if I stopped in at the UFO centre in Shag Harbour, and while I had seen a dual sport leaned up against the side wall of the building, I opted to cruise right on by, and pulled in at the harbour to take the shot above, when a man in a red Dodge Charger pulled up and asked me if I was looking for him. What?! It turns out that another rider had been in the area questioning his employee (the dual sport rider) at the UFO centre, and he had mistakenly assumed that the guy in a red coat on a bike was me that was looking for him. Nope, not me, but I did one up you guys by chatting with the owner. He laughed when I asked how well the Charger handled the winter roads, and said while it had ABS he had no idea if it had traction control or not.
He beat me out of the lot, but I later made up for it with a pass and was happily on my way along the Lighthouse Route once more.
|Another fixer Upper for you!|
Traffic picked up as I passed through Shelburne where I stopped in at a No Frills and treated myself to a tin of mini-ravioli for tonight’s supper, and some malteasers for dessert. Yep, gourmet cuisine all the way!
I passed the road to West Green Harbour on my way out to Western Head, and the hour was getting late enough to have my head swivelling looking for a good place to camp. As I rounded the curve, I saw a mowed field with a car and lobster traps, so I u-turned and asked the owner Frank for permission to camp out by his lobster traps. I had to repeat myself as clearly he couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to sleep in a tent and feed the mosquitoes, but he okayed the idea, and I left him to set up the tent and let it dry out in the evening sun and breeze.
|Trying to dry off the morning’s rain|
I set up the tent in the field beside the lobster traps and then as I was leaving to head out to West Head Point, I met with Frank and Kathy who told me it was their habit to drive out to the point every night in their 53 years together. I asked how long they had lived in the area, and Kathy told me that they had both been born there, and in fact had attended the one room schoolhouse across the road that sadly had been torn down many years before. Frank had left to work abroad, then married Kathy upon his return, and they they had lived for four years on the point itself, in a home that had been built in the 1800s, and in fact were the last tenants of the home, as after they left it to build their own home, it was converted into a cattle shed, then finally torn down in the late ’60s. I really enjoyed the conversation and learning about their history as well as the area.
|My home for the night|
|The gate and guestbook|
Cattle and sheep have been grazing the point for years, and just inside the gate lies an old bathtub filled with fresh water. Make sure you close the gate after entry!
|This is a cow and sheep pasture, and it looks as if they prefer to graze the point itself judging by the grass.|
The view out over Western Head across Roaches Cove is beautiful, and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean cross the body of water known as the “Hell Hole” and strike the rocky shore. On a windy day it would be spectacular!
|Looking out over George’s Rock into Roaches Cove|
I’m single and good looking with a great sense of adventure, and I like to take sunset walks on beaches… Okay, two out of three ain’t bad. 😛
|Waves cross the Hell Hole and strike the rocky shore|
|So much colour, although my eyes are drawn to the thistle|
The sun is getting lower in the evening sky, and I’d really prefer not to have to eat in the dark, so I make my way back to my bike, sign the guestbook and head back to camp among the lobster traps.
Just as I pulled up to my camping spot, I saw a couple walking their elderly dog, and of course I had to say hello, but sadly the old girl was rather timid, and wanted nothing but a quick sniff and to lie down on the gravel road, where I spoke with Frank and Kathy’s neighbours, Ed and Marcy. Marcy told me a story of their friendly cat going missing, and Ed had thought he’d heard a very faint meowing after they’d near given up hope of ever finding their wandering tom. He was able to ascertain the direction of the pitiful meows from coming from neighbour Franks pile of traps. Armed with a flashlight, he found the cat in the bottom most trap of a stack piled four high. He’d gone in and couldn’t get back out! So Ed had to unstack the pile to let the prisoner out. Each trap can weigh between 50 to 70 lbs, no easy task, but the cat was appreciative to be sure. 😀
Marcy pointed out that a badger was paying my tent a visit, and I turned to see him scuttling away across the short grass into the bush. I must admit to never having seen a badger before, but it looked more like a porcupine to me.
|Badger or Porcupine?|
|Blurry, lousy photo either way. lol.|
Both the badger/porcupine were hungry, and I made my cordon bleu meal of mini ravioli over my SVEA123r and ate it while watching a fabulous sunset over the pines and scrub bordering the site.
|Keens also make a handy windscreen|
|The camera just doesn’t do this justice.|
The breeze is dying, and the mosquitoes are now out in full force, time to take refuge in my tent for some reading before bed. I still remember a trip where I complained to other riders about how heavy my bandit 600s was in transition between corners, and the laughter as I unpacked to have two paperback novels fall out of the side cases. Seamus held up his phone and showed me his eBook, and I’ve been digital ever since, especially as I’ve been moving around looking for work in the past few years. Currently I’m in the middle of Conn Iggulden’s five novel account of the life Julius Cesar, a fantastic read if you are in to historical fiction.
|The moon is very bright tonight|
|My flea bay special|
For the past two trips I’ve been using this eBay.ca inflatable pillow. It cost me $10 and while it is a bit of a luxury item, it allows me to get a much better sleep than using a stuff sack or rolled up clothes. It’s filled with insulation and doesn’t reduce in volume quite as much as I would like, being slightly larger than doubled fists, but it’s worth it for the comfort factor, especially while reading!
The weather took a cold turn that night, and it was refreshing to fall asleep bundled into my sleeping bag as opposed to the previous that had been quite humid and warm, the caveat was my tent had moisture both on the inside and outside of the rain fly, and after a quick meal of oatmeal and tea, I had the tent rolled up damp and inside the canoe bag, ready to roll the moment I sorted the rest of my lazy body out.
|Day 3 – Western Head NS to Borden-Carelton PE|
|I carry a rag just for moments like these|
This was the ride I was looking forward to, as Peggy’s Cove and Lunenburg NS had to lie ahead of me somewhere up the road, but I honestly didn’t mind where or when I was, as I was in a bit of heaven with the sun shining down on me, and the views simply amazing. I uploaded over 500 pictures to my album, but had to restrain myself somewhat for this blog.
The road was so engaging along the Lighthouse Route, that I gave that title to the blog, for if I were to visit Nova Scotia again, I would be quite content to ride from Yarmouth along Route 3 all the way along to Coastal Route 7 where you would need to ride the 211, 316 and 16 all the way to Canso. That ride would be epic, and Route 3 is currently in fantastic shape, and I can honestly say it is one of the best rides I’ve done in North America.
|Townsend Harbour NS|
|Apple Cove NS|
|Apple Cove NS|
|Crescent Beach NS|
|Crescent Beach NS|
My kickstand adapter is paying off! I would never have been able to take this shot last year without aerobatics as I try to manoeuvre a kickstand puck underneath the sidestand, then when ready to leave, pick it back up again. $12 dollars worth of wonderful! Read about it here, The Kickstand Fix!
|Last year the bike would have been taking a dirt nap if I tried this|
|One of my absolute favourite shots of the trip|
|Dublin Shore NS looking towards Bull Cove NS|
I blasted past a church on the left, and a delicatessen cafe on the right, and did a quick u turn and walked on down to find an 8 month old Siberian Husky and his owner, a Logistics Officer in the Canadian Armed Forces, and we talked dogs and army forever, then I met another lady with a three legged old girl that she had rescued, and we exchanged stories of our dogs past and present. I never did buy anything, but the desserts looked wonderful. I’d enjoyed chatting so much that I felt embarrassed as I slipped out the door of the shop and hopped back on my bike to continue ever Eastward along the Lighthouse Route.
|West Dublin United Church|
|Bull Cove NS|
I had no idea that LaHave was a National Historic Site, and I was very pleased to find it open so I dropped in for a few quick photographs and to read the historical plaque…
|1604! Four hundred years ago!|
|The Town of LeHave NS|
|The ferry from the Western Shore to the East LeHave|
|The commercial fishing wharf of LeHave|
The traffic entering Mahone Bay was slow, especially around a tight hairpin of a bend, and I spied the front bumper of an antique truck just down one the side streets, and had to get some pictures of this beautiful restoration. I’m not a car nut, so have no clue what year it was made, only that Mike had lovingly restored it and it was to take it’s place in the Natal Day Parade later that morning.
Mike and I talked about the truck, and how much my 81 year old father would enjoy the pictures as well as my Island family, and a few friends back in Toronto. He said “I’ve got something else you might like in the barn.” and with that he opened the door and led me through his well equiped shop to this gem… A 1972 BMW R75/5 with 55,000 original miles on the odometer. This is a combination electric and kick start, with no decompressor, so Mike told me that it would take a beefy man about four full weight good kicks to get it going from a cold start, and that he much preferred to use the electric start. Lol. Having some experience with kick starts, chiefly my 2001 Honda XR400, I agreed with him, although I commented that it certainly was handy to have it on a touring bike, to which Mike agreed, and way back when it was new and shiny, he’d ridden it from Nova Scotia clear across to British Columbia, down the Californian coast into Mexico, turning around in Central America’s Panama to ride it back up the opposite coast of Mexico, on into Texas, then Florida where he was able to do a few laps of he famous Daytona 500, and right back up the Eastern Seaboard home to Nova Scotia! An epic trip carrying the aftermarket cases you see in the photos, with one case set up as a kitchen, the other with clothes and gear, and a pup tent strapped to the back. Mike’s other ride is a newer 2002 1200RT that he gets out on, but he hasn’t put nearly as many miles on at as he had the older BMW, and it was in immaculate condition!
|The proud owner|
After finally saying farewell to Mike, I left Bridgewater and I skipped a bit of coast and headed for Mahone Bay NS, and stopped for lunch in the town of Western Shore NS to a Lebanese meal of Fataya and chips. I’d been riding for five hours, and a cup of coffee with the food made perfect sense, as the pace I was setting was spirited enough to get me back to the Island that day provided I didn’t stop too often.
|Fataya & Fries|
I made a little bit of a gaff here, and instead of following Route 329 through Blandford around to Bayswater, I took New Harbour Road, only to find it dead ended a short distance up ahead, and the road was in sad shape, but no wonder… The view was entirely worth it!
|New Harbour looking towards Tancook Island NS|
|Looking back towards Blandford NS|
|This was the good section of road|
|Twists and turns complete with beautiful views!|
This part of the coastline incorporates numerous chicanes as well as elevation changes, and it was all I could do to find a safe spot to perform a u-turn to get these pictures of Northwest Cove NS
|Northwest Cove NS|
|Northwest Cove NS|
As I was pulling away from the harbour, a side car passed by and I hurried to catch up and get some shots, and when they pulled in for ice cream, I took the opportunity to say hello and talk very briefly of all things Ural. He was explaining that he had to work pretty hard on some of the turns to keep the wheels on the ground, and I could see that he had an experienced chair monkey as she leaned this way and that to assist him.
|It’s a Ural, don’t hold it against him… 😛|
|Near Boultiers Point NS|
Sadly I’m getting closer to a very popular stretch of the coast, so I’m seeing more and more traffic as I get closer to Peggy’s cove. The beaches are crowded and the cars are parked along the verge, so I slow down and exercise caution as does all the other traffic.
|Bored again, can you tell?|
|Middle Point Cove NS|
|Middle Point Cove NS|
The traffic is now crawling along at about ten to fifteen kph below the speed limit, and I stop for quick washroom break, and met a couple from Ontario who had come up the opposite way along the coast and she told me that the highlight for her had been the Swiss Flight Memorial just to the West of Peggy’s Cove, and that the Cove itself was on a holiday Monday, teeming with tourists. I pledged then and there to give it a miss, so if you are looking for the quintessential shots of Peggy’s Cove, you will need to get on a tourist bus and take them yourself. Might I suggest October? 😛
|Looking form the memorial towards Peggy’s Cove Lighthouse.|
I’m enthralled by the views here! It’s not quite like anything I’ve seen before, as if the hand of God had picked up rocks like grains of sand and dribbled them all over the coast. There are random rocks just sitting on top of giant boulders, or rock hillsides. It’s magical and I wish suddenly that I had the area to myself to explore for a day or two.
|Looking out over St. Margaret’s Bay towards Southwest Island.|
They’ve chosen a beautiful spot for the memorial, and the search efforts of the local population, their kindness to the families of those who lost relatives in the disaster is well remembered. It makes me proud to call myself a Canadian, yet sober at the loss of more than 200 passengers of crew of the doomed flight.
|A closer view of Peggy’s Cove|
Talk about people! There were cars parked along both shoulder for what seemed like a kilometre which meant the parking lot on site was jammed, and included coaches that had difficulty navigating the tight turns while pedestrians walked either side of the roadway. I tried to get in a bit closer being on a motorcyle, I figured I’d be able to squeeze in somewhere, but the shot below might explain the reason why I chose instead to make a u-turn and skedaddle out of there and further on down the road to get a few shots of the surrounding area.
|Oh the humanity!|
|No thanks, I’ll just slow down and keep on riding…|
I took a few shots while in motion, but the area was so lovely that I did a u-turn and went back for a few more…
|Clam Pond NS|
The path I chose looped me back into the mainland along some wonderful riding roads, and I waved to other riders again and again, no doubt out of Halifax for day tripping on this beautiful holiday Monday. There were more and more packed beaches as I neared Lower Sackville NS, then as route 306 south and towards Sambro, I was in relative isolation and seemed to have the road to myself but for a few cars that were easy to pass. I made a left instead of a right at Sambro, and headed out to West Pennant on the 349 , which dead ends at Long Cove Point, but I was rewarded with a few more photos, so I’m happy with the decision.
|Long Cove NS|
The wooden bridge that spans the narrows of the cove had a few fisherman standing on the bridge, and I thought I could capture a bit of Nova Scotia at play…
One of the fishermen and I started to chat, and I found that Martin was an avid rider, and had crossed the continent eight times! Sadly last season his bike had been written off in an accident that left him with a broken wrist, arm and cracked vertebra in his neck. He’s got an BMW R100 with fuel injection in the shed, but it needs some work on the FI as it’s not running quite right, and watching other riders out and about this past week made him want to get it sorted more than ever. As ever I enjoyed the conversation, and promised to shoot him an email with this blog entry so he could point and laugh. 😛
|Martin having more fun than luck as the incoming tide swirls at the foot of the bridge.|
|Note the antlers on the hut, and more on the side!|
It’s four in the afternoon, and I’m going to have to sew my mouth shut if I want to get home today… 🙂
|Ketch Harbour NS|
Just outside of Ketch Harbour, the dreaded “Construction” signs, and when I saw a bike athe head of the short line, rather than pass four cars later on, I passed them to pull up beside Craig, who of all things was wearing an Engineers cap badge on his vest, and I ripped the stitches out of my mouth and chatted away happily about my ride thus far, and where Craig had been and up to in his service in the reserves, and on his bike.
|This is how we roll as we follow the flag vehicle|
The flagman pt a stop to the conversation and we let out the clutch and heaed on down 349 as it took us north along Clam Bay and into Halifax. We parted ways as I turned right to follow the coast along the 253 and right into the National Park “York Redoubt” historical site!
|McNabs Island, the narrows.|
|The base of the original Martello tower, both headquarters and signal station for the battery.|
I got to play fetch, but sadly when he realized I wasn’t going to give up the ball, he made me throw it instead and he got to play fetch. His companion warned me that the ball was all covered in goober, but I told her of my dog Suzi and revelled in watching him fetch and fetch again until he was thirsty. See the ball he dropped in his water dish?
She said there were a number of fishermen along the shoreline as the whales were in the harbour after the fish, and to escape the whales, they would come much closer into shore, so I told her I’d keep an eye out for any. Whales that is.
|The docks of the Eastern Passage|
I’m no longer happy riding in cities, and when in a strange city following a GPS I’m on high alert, watching carefully for distracted drivers while I ride as defensively as possible. Managing all of that and enjoying the views as I imagined they must have looked hundreds of years ago was trying, and when I found myself crossing the bridge at around 1730, I decided to forgo the remainder of the coastal route I’d plotted up the Eastern Shore to Musquodoboit Harbour, I opted instead to hop on the highway and make my way Northeast as quickly as possible
|MacDonald Bridge, Halifax NS|
Until I got bored of it, and thought I’d jump onto 212, Old Guysborough Road that Zac had suggested would be a fun alternate prior to my trip, and it was a hoot to ride! Right up into Middle Musquodoboit where I had to stop and take this picture…
|Wind’er up and get plowing!|
Just up the road I stopped in at Mikhael’s Cafe and grabbed a bite to eat before deciding that I’d best head out to the highway and home across the bridge to Prince Edward Island.
|Mikhaels Cafe makes good pizza!|
Not before snapping a couple of sunset shots over the town cemetery first.
|The highway is somewhere up ahead, or is it back there?|
If I’d stayed on that road through the town, it would have taken me all the way into Pictou on some lovely roads, far more appealing than the 102, but it would have put me far to the east of the bridge along the sunrise trail, and I didn’t feel the need to ride it in the dark again, having done that years before and almost hitting a cow in the middle of a dark country road…
|A cup a joe to make me go|
So superslab it was, until I opted to get one more tank of gas that put me in confident range of PEI and home. It’s a good habit to get into, as many of the small town gas stations will close up around 8 pm, leaving you with an empty tank with miles yet to go.
I stopped into the MacDonald’s parking lot in Amherst for a small cup of coffee, and spotted two bikes out in the parking lot with Alberta plates, a cruiser and a battered GS500E very similar to the bike that started it all for me years ago.
|A GS500E! Now that brings back some fond memories!|
Wait a sec! Is that a cucumber and croissant attached to his cargo net?! It is!!! These riders I had to meet!
I went in to find them sitting down and I pulled up a chair and started chatting about the cucumber. Nick told me that sadly they had started the trip that morning with two, and were plotting the best route back to the Cabot trail to search for it. Lol. I gave them some fun roads to do down in the states as they were now headed into Maine for a border crossing after finding a hotel in Moncton, and was able to suggest all my favourites until Lake Erie, where my local knowledge ends. I must put that right some day soon. Nick, Adam and I talked all to long, and I hadn’t even had the coffee I went in for as we got booted out and into the parking lot where we carried on our conversation. They’d graduated that year, and Adam had studied Electrical Engineering of all things, so we spoke of the arcane mysteries of Electrickery that you mere mortals know not of. Nick graduated with a Science Degree, majoring in Physics and Chemistry, and had to concede that I knew nothing of the latter.
|A long road ahead and behind!|
At some point we all decided to head out, saying I’d tag along until our paths parted and I shot away towards Port Elgin and the Confederation Bridge that would see me to the island.
Once in Borden-Carleton I gassed up and had a wee cup of tea before taking a couple pics to document the wear on the tires. They’ve been holding up well, although the front is scalloping at tad along some of the curves of the rubber block pattern. I’m currently more worried about the fork seal and chain wear.
I’ve got just over 1800 kilometres on the odo for this trip, it’s 2 am and I’m going to wake up my sister when I roll up and driveway and set off the early warning system aka Zippy the Jack Russell Terrorist.
|One more stop before home.|
|Zippy, Odie and Ron relaxing on the porch…|
Yep, I woke her up. Sorry Wendy!
In my travels this past weekend I saw a sign in front of a travel agency that spoke to me enough to share it with you now: