2019 Bike Night – Kierstead style

My brother Shaun was visiting the island, and he made arrangements to borrow my sister Wendy-Sue’s 2010 Triumph Bonneville for a ride ont the island, so Caroline and I invited him on a wee ride out to Canoe Cove then into Charlottetown for the Red Isle Riders weekly event known as bike night, which we use as an excuse to get out and ride, then meet up for supper and some bench racing and tall tales.
What would bike night be without a burnout or two?

Caroline had the great idea of having us meet up at Kelly’s Cross for 1800, which is just down the road from my sister’s place, so convenient for Shaun and my sister’s two boys, Ryan and Tyler who would be riding with us.

Drive 87 km, 1 hour, 21 minutes

It’s not a real store anymore… So don’t be fooled

Of course it turned into a wee family reunion, especially when my sister and Shaun’s wife Doris pulled up in the Jeep to say hello before heading off to Victoria for supper.

From left to right,

  • Ron on the 2009 Kawasaki Versys
  • Ryan on the 2009 BMW F800GS
  • Caroline on the 2004 Honda Shadow
  • Shaun on the 2010 Triumph Bonneville
  • Tyler on the 2016 Triumph Scrambler
Yours truly, Rotten Ronnie
Photo Credit: Shaun Kierstead

Wendy’s bike is the loudest on the parking lot. 🙂

And we rolled out of there and headed across on 246 aka South Melville Road at a sedate pace, then crossed the Trans Canada Hwy in De Sable and jumped onto 19 that heads past one of my favourite parks, The Argyle Shore Provincial Park (visit this at low tide) through Canoe Cove and on past Nine Mile Creek Road and on out to Rocky Point to the site of Fort Amherst.

From WikiPedia:

“This location has the double distinction of hosting one of the first Acadian settlements in present-day Prince Edward Island, as well as the first military fortification on the island while under control of France as well as the first military fortification on the island while under control of Britain.

From 1720 to 1770 Port-la-Joye, later named Fort Amherst, served as the seat of government and port of entry for settlers to the island while under both French and British control. As such, it played an important role as a colonial outpost in the French-British struggle for dominance in North America.” 

In fact, Prince Edward Island would still be known as Ile Saint-Jean if the French had not lost Fortress Louisbourg and later on Port-la-Joye to the English and New England irregulars (militia). Imagine what the Island would have been like if the French and their Mi’kmaq allies had successfully defended their settlement and fort?

Shaun enjoying the curves at Fort Amherst PE
Boss! Boss! The Cruise Ship!

There were two cruise ships in the harbour today when I got off work, almost doubling the downtown population of Charlottetown, or so it seemed to me as I rushed home after work, and now they were both leaving and heading off into the Northhumberland Strait and away from the island. You can see why this would have made an excellent site for a battery of naval cannon…

Do you think it will buff out?

Mike and Eli join us in the parking lot for the ride into Charlottetown. (Back into Charlottetown for them)

Park it in the shade next time. No one will notice.

Caroline was gracious enough to ride out ahead of us and grab a wee video of the extended family ride…

And, it was time to let the the fast group head out while the slow group took our time getting to the meet.

Ryan leads the pack…

We headed in through Cornwall on the Trans Canada Highway, did a couple of roundabouts, and on into the parking lot at Boom Burger on the causeway to join the already large group that was there. I pulled in behind Mark’s Ducati and Derricks Triumph Thruxton, and decided I needed to get some photos before heading in for supper with Shaun and Caroline.

It’s the largest Bike Night of the Year!
Photo Credit: Shaun Kierstead

It was off to Boomburger for supper, then Shaun treated us to dessert at Cow’s Creamery across the way.

By the time we got back out into the lot with Kyle in tow, everyone was gone but for Tiffany, Jason, Kyle and our featured stunter who put on a wee smoke show for us as he left the lot on his 2017 Ninja 636.

Wendy-Sue and Doris showed up to see how we were doing, and as it was getting later and cooler, we waved fare well as they headed back to my sister’s place in Stancel, and Caroline, Kyle and I tore up a couple of roundabouts on our way back into the city, with Caroline’s Shadow throwing sparks as she set the pace for us.

It was a great night to be out and about, and I’d like to thank Jamie and Ryan, and the Red Isle Riders for organizing it.

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10/07/2019 19:00

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9 Milky Way, Charlottetown, PE C1E 2E2, Canada

2019 The North Cape Ride

The weather hasn’t been fantastic here on the Island this spring, and we were lucky to get a day this long weekend with a bit of sun in the forecast, so when I laid my head down on my pillow on Saturday night, I was ready to roll out of bed Sunday morning with plenty of time for breakfast, then an early morning start on our unplanned trip to head somewhere (on island) for much of the day. 
CLine had other plans, such as “Sunday morning sleep in!?” but we compromised and found ourselves geared up and waiting in line at Tim Hortons in Cornwall for a morning start of a coffee and breakfast of sorts to start us on our day. This was about 10am, and because we got out a bit later, the day was warmer than if we had left earlier. This proved to be a good thing, as it was brisk enough on the bikes for me to be wearing a medium thermal layer under my riding jeans, as well as my heated jacket (not plugged in). CLine opted to remove her heated vest, but was happy that she had on a long sleeve base layer under her jacket. 
North Cape PE
Breakfast done, now to “Get out of Dodge”. All roads seem to end up taking you to Charlottetown or into Summerside, and our ride wouldn’t really start until we were on the West side of Summerside in a town called Miscouche where we would leave the Trans Canada 1 and strike north on Lady Slipper Drive North aka 12 and head out to the North coast and follow it along right up to North Cape.

Charlottetown to North Cape and Return – 426 km – 7.5 hours
Seven and a half hours to cover four hundred and twenty six kilometres… Granted, a lot of that time was used up by stuffing our faces with breakfast, lunch and an Dairy Bar stop… Totally worth it! 🙂
Nebraska River as seen from Route 12

We got to ride up along the coastline of Malpeque Bay, or at least the Ellis River/Grand River portion of it. (Can someone please explain to me why none of the blue water in Google Maps and OpenStreet Maps is named? I’m sourcing Hydrographic charts to name some of the rivers we crossed. )

CLine pushing it through the corner at Ellis River PE

CLine has a problem scraping her floorboards going into a corner, or rather, she has no problem scraping her floorboards at will. It’s trying not to ground a peg and pivot or catapult the bike round a grounded peg that she is trying to avoid.

St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, Grand River
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We had just turned the corner on 12 when CLine told me that “I saw you looking, so if you want to stop and take pictures, I’ll wait for you up ahead.”, no sooner did she let that slip, and I managed a U-turn to head back to get the picture below. 😀

Foxley River PE
Round Pond PE
Turkey on whole wheat with mayo

It was around noon when we rode into Alberton, and the signs for the Alberton Bakery & Cafe had me wondering just how good their sandwiches were. CLine and I sat down and ate an egg salad on white and a turkey sandwich on whole wheat, with a scoop of wonderful mashed potatoes shared between the pair of us. That and a cup of hot coffee, and we were set for lunch. That should hold us for the rest of the afternoon, so it was time to throw a leg back over the bike and get to it once more.

I’m falling off the edge! Save me!
Hair by Icon and Shoei. 

North Cape at last! There were a few more visitors than I was expecting, but far short of the summer crowd that will visit here later on this year.

“Are those seals out there? ”
“Those black dots out to your right.”
“Birds I think.”
“Why do they call it ‘Sea Cow Pond’ if there aren’t any sea cows out here?”

Whoops! I got totally distracted here. 😉
North Cape – Photo Credit CLine
Ron on North Cape – Photo Credit CLine
Clearly I am having a bad hair day today. 😛
The harbour at Sea Cow Pond

I stop to take pictures, and CLine takes advantage of it to adjust her gear. That’s fair.

It’s a cold day, so the fans have been turned off. 

Another U-Turn to drag CLine back here so she can claim her very own road.

If the grass had been wet, this would have been an exciting ride for the Versys – Photo Credit CLine

The lengths to which I will go to for the perfect shot… Sadly, those shots didn’t make the cut.

Photo Credit CLine
CLine finds her very own road!

I made a wee mistake here. We headed south on 14 which takes you south-west to West Cape PE, then you swing back in to the East as you reach West Point PE. I took us off of 14 and onto Beaton Road that would take us trough the wee hamlet of Brae, on on through Alaska PE, and from there back out onto the Trans Canada 2 and back towards Summerside… Completely forgetting that the road on the other side of Alaska was a few kilometres of clay road, and it had been raining much of last week. Of course there was mud on that road, but CLine didn’t hesitate and kept right on trucking, trying to pick the dry line along the road.

Beaton Road East of Alaska PE

Afterwards, as I was apologizing for taking her down that bit, she said “I wasn’t worried about it, so it wasn’t that bad or I’m too stupid to know any better.” Did I mention that she is a keeper? She was more worried about running out of fuel when she hit 215 km on her tank, and hadn’t even had to flip it over to reserve.

I’ll be the first to admit, when I followed her into that rut up ahead and the front decided to slide right instead of track straight, I got a bit nervous and put away the camera.

CLine had this to say… “Yeah, I hit that too. I figured throttle would get me through it or make it a whole lot worse…”  Can you see why I love this girl? It’s almost as if she listens to me once in a while.

She was at 250 km when we hit Richmond for the pit stop, and not even on reserve, so I figure she could have gone at least another 20 or so on reserve. One day I’ll bring some extra fuel and see how far she can go til bone dry.

Running on smiles and fumes… 

Double fisting the ice cream… Here, hold my ice cream and watch this!

We opted to head out of Summerside on Blue Shank Road, then bypassed most of 1A over to Kinkora where we stopped at the Somerset Ice Cream Bar for a couple of cones. CLine couldn’t make up her mind, and when I offered her a taste of my strawberry soft serve, she tried to trade me for her twist. No deal!

Selfie time!

Hey! I just want you to know that if you do ride on the island, that roundabouts can be dangerous as tourists and Sunday drivers use them too. Watch out for lane drift and try to minimize the risk when you enter them with other vehicles.

CLine showing off her impressive roundabout technique
We had a wonderful day in spite of the cool temperatures, and are already planning our next adventure, but that one is going to be off island, I think. 
Cheers from the Island!

2019 The Panmure Island Ride

Caroline was recovering from a brief illness, but was still coughing inside her helmet as we set off for an afternoon ride. It had rained all of last week, and Sunday looked to be the best day of all for us to get out for a weekend romp on the Island.

Panmure Island lighthouse

It took us longer than we would have like to get sorted, as our gear wasn’t quite as squared away as it should have been. C-Line forgot her sunglasses, and needed four inches of leather chap cut away from the bottom of her chaps, and I misplaced my sunglasses and forgot the rechargeable batteries for my GPS in the apartment. Just a prelude to another fantastic season, I suppose. 😀

Charlottetown PE to Panmure Island and Return – 163km  2.5hrs

 Hah! It’s 2.5 hours if you have your shit together! We headed to CLine’s place to look for her sunglasses, with no luck, then across the Hillsborough River to the Esso for a fill up of McDonald’s coffee. Once we had that out the way, the ride went pretty well. In fact, CLine started to shed clothing as she found it pretty warm. I had cunningly left my pajama bottoms on, and worn my heavy denim riding right overtop of them as it was only supposed to be a high of 13 degrees today. It might have been a mistake if we were to sit on a curb sipping hot coffee all day, but once we got out onto the roads it was the right choice for me.

CLine mentioned that she felt rusty, perhaps worse than she did the first ride of the season, so once we were out of Stratford and off the Trans Canada at Orwell, the pace picked up and we enjoyed the roads and sights of spring on the eastern side of the island along 24 through to Murray River. 

As we drew closer to the coast, that sunny cheerful 13 degrees Celsius dropped away lower and lower until CLine and I discussed stopping and adding a layer of clothing, but as the park entrance was so close, we kept on keeping on for a bit.

You’re blocking my shot!

 Wikipedia has this to say about Panmure Island but I’ll tell you that the land bridge out to the island is a shallow bar of sand that can be a bit fragile in nature, as all it takes is a good storm and the sand is picked up and deposited elsewhere never to be seen again, which is why you may see signs asking you not to walk on the grass or disturb the dune as it is a fragile ecology. The grasses, shrubs and trees keep all that sand in one place for decades.

Can you see the lighthouse North of us on the coast? 

It was a popular spot with the four footed crowd, and we got to say hello to a couple of furry friends and their companions out for a Sunday walk after lunch, and I found myself reminiscing about similar walks with Suzi years ago. I was a bit envious.

That grass is all that holds down tons of sand. 
Beach selfie! Photo Credit CLine
Gearing up. Photo Credit: CLine

That wind can shift an awful lot of sand around, and it is quite common to see dunes develop on the parking lot, but the busted up picnic tables had me wondering if vandals had a hand in the park upkeep over the winter.

I love this land in the fall when the colours are at the peak, but the spring always seems to be a canvas of what was, and what will be. I am continually fascinated by how the lands hibernates, then rejuvenates once the warm sun is out again.

Mission accomplished, horses and lighthouses. About face, forward march!

We headed into the interior briefly, gassed up in Montague, then had a tea and shared a piece of lemon poppy seed cake at Tim Hortons before heading home North up through Pooles Corner (Now a roundabout with no corners at all) and on up to 48 Road aka 5 and I followed CLine along that until we hit the Trans Canada as far as Tea Hill, where we turned a bit south onto Keppoch Road through Stratford, then across the bridge and home.

Next time I want to take along some gear for tea and have a roadside brew up to prepare for this summer. 🙂


P.S. I went home to make a lazy supper of hotdogs and leftover wings while CLine started work on a labour of love for her son who was turning 19 the next day.

Oreo 4 Layer Chocolate Cake 

This is THE cake that when they warn you it’s “Very Rich” and “You should only have a small slice”, well this is that cake. It takes a good three hours of effort though, so while I was uploading and sorting, another creation was taking place.