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Keep Your Paws Off My Bike

#21 Unread post by blues2cruise » Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:40 pm

Since I bought my bike I have tried to take very good care of it. Every time I came in from a rainy ride I immediately rode it to the car wash area in my building. I let it cool down a bit and then haul all my "cleaning" supplies back out there.
I hose off the mud and grit....then spray on either Simple Green or S-100 ( Simple Green costs less and works better )....hose it off again....I try hard to not scratch the paint and chrome.
However, there is frequenlty a mysteriously achieved new scratch. I know about a couple of places I scratched myself. When I first got the bike I simply was unaware that my jacket snap needed to be snapped or it would bang on the tank....one small scratch....and I had a velcro leg band with a chunk out of it (courtesy of a friend's dog who thought it was a new toy and snatched it away and chomped it ). The velcro band had a sharp edge and it rubbed against the chrome when I was braking. I have since learned and am much more careful.
The same cannot be said for a myriad of others, though. :roll:

Sometimes when I get to my bike to go out there has been a new scratch and a couple of times at the end of a day when it is time to come home there is marks. Heck, even last weekend at my friend's place, there was greasy fingerprints on the tank and the left mirror is now all smeary.

Well, today, as I gearing up to go home from work, a few of my co-workers came by....."Gee, I love that bike"...."After Harleys and Indians I like this one the best" :roll:
Now, to set the scene, you need to know this. There is some consrtuction going on close by to our lot. I didn't realize there would be so much dust flying, but there is. Most of it seemed to have landed on my bike....
As we were standing around shooting the breeze, another fellow came by and before I could stop him, he leaned in and swiped both of his hands across the tank ( his way of admiring something, I guess). Before I had a chance to say anything, one of the others told him not to touch the paint.
Thanks.
This would explain why the mysterious whorls in the paint and on the chrome> If people are coming up and running their hands across it when it's dusty and dirty it will make scratches.
Do I need to leave a sign on the windshield?
Do not touch
Or would that just tempt them more? I don't know what the solution is, but I sure wish people would keep their hands off my bike.

I usually wear my full face helmet, but yesterday and today, it was so darn nice and my commute is so short, I decided to wear my half helmet. It sure did feel good..........
I will wear my full face helmet tomorrow though. After work I am going across the Alex Fraser Bridge and onto the freeway and I would feel more protected with the full face when going those higher speeds.

It's such a good feeling on these nice mornings to ride to work. :)
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To half or not to half

#22 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:24 am

Up until this week, I have been wearing my full face helmet every ride. However, I decided this week it was just too hot for my commute home from work, so, I decided to throw caution to the wind and wear my half helmet.
Wow! It sure does feel good on the way home...
Tonight I got even bolder. So far, for every single ride I have done, no matter how short, I have worn my Joe rocket Ballistic jacket. I had trouble peeling it off my bare arms yesterday because I was sweating inside it from the summer heat.
Tongiht I had a couple of errands to do locally. Just a quick trip to the bank, the gas station and the grocery store.....decision time....Full gear or lighten up a bit.

I decided to lighten up a bit and I wore my hot pink nylon cycling jacket. It may not be protective but I was sure visible....highly visible. And, boy, did it feel good. With the lightweight jacket and the half helmet it was quite a "freeing" experience.

Tomorrow will be another story, though.....

Oh, great...now I have the song in my head....

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Born to be wi-i-i-i-ill-l-ld :mrgreen:
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Finally, a definitive answer to an age old question.

#23 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sun Jul 31, 2005 3:51 pm

How many motorcycle enthusiasts does it take to change a light bulb?

I now have a definitive answer to the age old question….How many motorcycle enthusiasts does it take to change a light bulb?

The answer is 9.

Let me explain. It was pointed out to me while my friend and I were riding….this time he in the lead and me riding staggered behind. He could see in his rearview mirror that my left driving light had burned out so at the next red light when I pulled up beside him, he pointed it out to me. Given that we were heading out through Langley anyway, I asked if we stop in to a bike shop so I could pick up a new bulb.

We pulled in to Western Powersports on the Langley By-Pass. Dr_bar got out his handy dandy 8-in-one screwdriver to remove the lens. The bulb would not budge. There was corrosion on the screws and inside the rubber. The socket was rusted in tight. I then went into the “what used to be service counter” but it had moved….5 stores down…..Meanwhile, the sales manager had stopped by to see if there was a problem. When he looked over at my bike he saw the Pacific Yamaha sticker….With a wink, he said, “Pacific Yamaha?!, what’s with that?”
“It’s a long story”, I said…
He looked down at the bulb situation and assured me the service guys would get me on my way in no time.
Sigh…..nothing is ever easy……It should have been a clue that the day was not going to go as planned when dr_bar phoned at 8:30 to say, “Sorry, I’m going to be late.” He rode halfway to my place before he remembered he didn’t have his earplugs in and went back home to go get them. No problem….See you when you get here. That was set back number one to our plans for the day. But, I digress….yes, I know, I do that a lot….

I went into the service department at Western Powersports and asked if it would be possible for someone to help me. The fellow said if I could wait 15 or 20 minutes, he would send a “tech” out to help.

Meanwhile, another rider who was waiting for a new back tire to be installed, sauntered over to dr_bar to have a chat. He had the same kind if bike so they were comparing notes. The tech soon came outside carrying a pair of pliers. ( He looked so-o-o-o young. Dr_bar said he looked like a motorcycle tech squid ) The pliers would not work. He went in and got a different tool which also didn’t work. I asked wouldn’t something like “Liquid Wrench” or something of that nature work to loosen the rust? I got told, “Oh no, it rusted in there solid.”
“Ok.”
The squid tech went inside again and brought out another tool….which also didn’t work. I think he now realizes this is more than just changing a light bulb. After some struggle, the glass bulb came free, but the socket was still in there.

Meanwhile dr_bar and I are rolling our eyes at ourselves….well, actually I think he was rolling his eyes at me….”If I had known you were going to be so ana about having to get something fixed, I would never had said anything”. ( We haven’t had breakfast yet and it going on 11am. I think dr_bar needs some coffee. ) Dr_bar said, “I’m going over to the deli to see if I can get a coffee.” Although he was gone a long time, he came back empty handed.
“I thought you were getting yourself some coffee?” I asked.
“They don’t have coffee in there”, he replied.
Soon, very soon we should be on our way.

After some mighty effort and the application of some sort of rust remover, the squid tech has finally budged the socket…Wahoo…
”You got the new bulb?”…
“No, I thought you would have bulbs in here.”
“No, the parts department is back in the store upstairs.”
“OK, I will be right back”
I jogged back to the store and up the stairs. The first person to help me is someone who is new on the job. In fact, it’s his first day and he has no clue about the light bulbs. Roland ( nice guy, that Roland ) came along to help. He got the bulb and I said I would take 2…just in case….
“Oh, wait a minute”, I said. “The bulb that was in the bike was clear and these are amber.”
It turns out that Yamaha has changed the colour of the lens to clear for 2005 so now they have amber bulbs. Mine is 2004 and still has an amber lens so it needs a clear bulb.
After a few more minutes Roland came back with the correct bulbs…..
The first cash drawer would not work….The second cash drawer would not work….something about the computer that morning….Finally over to cash drawer number three….

I go back down the stair and jog back to the service department and give the bulb to the tech squid. Meanwhile, the older fellow who had been chatting to dr_bar was still waiting for his tire change job was back over talking to us. He, of course, also put in his $0.02 worth on this whole bulb issue. We all agreed that there is definitely a design flaw or something that would allow so much water to get inside the lens…( I forgot to mention….this is the second time this has had to be fixed….the first time the lens had filled up with water and drowned the bulb….I did take it in and it was supposedly fixed )

The old fellow was grousing about how long it was taking to get his tire changed. We talked about the fact that it was a complex procedure to change a back tire….when I mentioned the swing arm, the old guys’ eyes lit up….”You even know the names of the parts?” “Wow, a woman who rides and knows about the bike!”
“Will you marry me,” he says with a big grin.
“Kill me now”, I reply. We all had a good laugh.
He asked how come I know this stuff. Did I learn it from dr_bar?
“I read the manual.”
“Manual?” all three of them replied “We don’t need no manual.” They made a gesture as if tossing a manual over their shoulders into the garbage.
“It’s a guy thing,” they laughed. “We don’t “do” manuals.”
After a bit of good natured chatter about the use or non-use of the manual, the tech squid was finally done. It had been an hour since we pulled in to change a $1.08 light bulb. I went inside to the service counter to pay. I figured I would submit the bill to Yamaha Canada because this should be warranty work…at $85.00 an hour it was worth a try. I walked in with my wallet in my hand prepared to pay and with a smile the service guy said, “Have a great weekend.”
What a pleasant surprise. I can only surmise he recognized that it was a new bike and we had been standing around in the baking sun…and dr_bar needed coffee…..

We are finally good to go. Oh, and back to the point of the whole story of how many motorcycle enthusiasts does it take to change a light bulb? Nine…..
Dr_bar, to notice it.
Me, to do something about it.
The first WP person to tell me to go 5 stores down
The service manager
The sales manager
The old guy with the same bike as dr_bar
The tech squid
The parts guy new on the job
The parts guy experienced on the job

There you have it folks. It is official. It takes nine motorcycle enthusiasts to change a light bulb.
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No Hope today....just a ride and a day at the beach....

#24 Unread post by blues2cruise » Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:53 pm

After the raggedy start to our day, we are finally on our way. We picked Saturday July 30 because we knew it would be good weather and maybe the holiday travelers would have already got to where they were going.
Wrong!
We decided to carry on with our original plan of going to Abbotsford for breakfast instead of staying in Langley (although it’s pushing 11:30 by now). We made an illegal left turn out of Western Powersports…..otherwise it would have meant a right turn onto the Bypass and a ride quite far along to turn around and come back….and we were hungry….and dr_bar hasn’t had his coffee yet. :wink:
We headed east on the By-Pass to make our turn to gain access to Highway 1. The access is quite long and curved. It is not until you are at the point of no return that you can actually see the highway.
What the heck is going on?!!!? Traffic is bumper to bumper and moving along at a snail’s pace. We can’t turn around and go a different way. We have no choice but to merge in and hope the traffic clears. This is when it is handy to have an “assertive” attitude. Dr_bar can muscle his bike and then he backs off to leave a space so I can move in to the line.
After we crawl along for what felt like an eternity….what’s that I see in the distance? Why, it’s those hideous orange “construction ahead” signs. You have got to be kidding! :roll:
Who is the bright spark that plans to do construction on what is quite possibly the busiest highway in the province on what is the busiest holiday weekend of the year? Even the Sea to Sky construction takes a break on weekends.
Every once in a while dr_bar’s tactic of changing lanes and then making space for me to change, too, does not work. He had made his lane change and just as I was speeding up to make my move, the person in front of me put on their brakes and the moron in the red pickup beside me sped up….I cannot move over…so I wait a bit and when it looks like a gap is there, I once again try….dang…the person in front brakes again…the red pickup once again boots it so I cannot move over…It should be noted that the person in front of me is simply responding to conditions ( however, if they weren’t following the vehicle in front of them so close they wouldn’t have to constantly be braking). Also the vehicle in front of me is van with darkened windows so I cannot see in front of it.
After a couple of more attempts to change lanes, dr_bar finally slows enough so that he can hold back his lane. Keep in mind I’m only a car length behind. The red pickup kept purposefully blocking my access. Every time the gap opened up and I would attempt to move, he would give it gas and prevent me moving over. Suddenly the red pickup accelerates and swerves at the same time to blow right by dr_bar forcing dr_bar to move onto the shoulder. :shock: Yes, that’s correct, the pickup passed him in his lane so that he could get in front of dr_bar. Then he slammed on his brakes. I just don’t understand that sort of mentality. We are all stuck in the traffic going nowhere fast….I don’t know what the driver of the red pickup hoped to gain….as it turned out later he gained nothing….

I was able to now move into the same lane as dr_bar so that we were once again riding staggered. Once past the construction zone (mercifully it was a very small zone) the pace picked up. Suddenly the right lane is zooming along so I make the lane change into it and dr_bar follows suit. The passing lane is still crawling while we are suddenly flying past them in the slow lane….Hey, look at that! There’s the red pickup asleep at the switch stuck in the passing lane while we go riding past…. :mrgreen:
There is justice….. :laughing:

We have finally made it to the Sumas exit. We headed north under the freeway and pulled into the CrossRoads restaurant. Ah-h-h-h, it has air conditioning, cold water and fresh coffee…..We had an enjoyable breakfast while we decided what to do with the rest of our day. Neither one of us wanted to take a chance on Highway 1. We decided to abandon our plans to go to Hope to visit some friends. It’s a good thing we had not called ahead.
We decided to make our way through Abbotsford to Mission via Highway 11. This was a smart move on our part. The ride went smoothly and unobstructed for the rest of the trip. Once in Mission we got onto Highway 7 and carried on to Hemlock Valley.
NOW, I DID NOT KNOW dr_bar needed fuel. :frusty: In my rear view mirror I can usually see when he puts on his signals. I never saw them today. Apparently he kept putting on his signals to go into a gas station, but I just kept on riding. Finally at a stop sign, he pulled up beside me and told me….the next gas station you see, pull in. I told him in future if I miss his signals he should pull over to the side of the road or speed up and blow by me…..
Case in point….yesterday we were riding…dr_bar behind me….I saw his signals go on implying we would be turning at the next turn bay….so I put my signals on to move over….oh, wait, his signals are off now….he must have made a mistake and this is not where he meant to turn after all….so I keep going to where I was originally going to turn….When he got beside me at the red light he said I wanted you to turn back there. I said I was going to turn but you had turned off your signals…..They are self canceling signals and he hadn’t noticed that they had turned off….. :roll:

Meanwhile, back on Hemlock Valley road, dr_bar tells me we can go another 20km before we have to turn back. So, I look at my speedo so that I will know not to go too far.

Hey, look up ahead! We are in what appears to be the middle of nowhere and there is a gas station. While we were there fuelling, there was a steady stream of business. Although it appeared we were in the middle of nowhere, there is actually a reserve there. This one gas station/store is a really bustling community. We chatted with a couple of locals before heading off to the DH twisted edge road. It is a beautiful location. The road meanders along a river then starts making its way up the mountain. We crossed a one lane bridge over the Chehalis river.
The road up is very challenging. For me, that is. There was a couple of kids on dirt bikes making their way down around the twisties. We’re talking 20kmh twisties….The kids had their feet on the ground as they leaned around the curves…they were having a blast….I wonder how long the soles on their shoes will last…..
The road has very steep, very tight curves. There is sand and gravel on these curves so I need to be extra cautious. On the curves where there is no sand and gravel I am much more confident. We have made our way quite high up when I see the road ahead no longer has pavement. Dr_bar said that in the DH book the map showed the road ending. We surmised it was gravel and decided we’d go as far as we could. We stopped where the paved portion ended and turned around. Dr_bar reminded me to be extra careful going downhill on those sandy corners. I thanked him for his reminder and said, “I will be very careful.”
Once we got away from the sandy bits, the rest of the ride down was smooth sailing. We took a break at the one lane bridge so we could enjoy the fresh clean air and enjoy the view of the river and the mountains. The Chehalis is crystal clear. There is a campsite here beside the river. It would be a lovely spot to come back to with a tent and stay for a couple of days.
Back in the saddle, we are now headed to Harrison Hot Springs. We pass by corn fields and dairy farms along the way. This is when your mouth breathing skills come in handy. Sometimes it really smells bad out here when the farmers have fertilized the fields. I point to the sky….there are some parachutists floating down….
Unlike the last time I came here with dr_bar, which is detailed in an earlier blog entry, I have more experience now. This time I can actually spare a second or two once in awhile to enjoy what is around me.
We entered into Harrison and made a slow cruise along the main drag. We, at first, were considering going to Sasquatch Park to have our packed picnic, but suddenly a truck in front of us stopped. The truck let someone off who then got into a big 4x4. The big 4x4 then pulled out right in front of us. :shock: How rude! I truly don’t think the person looked.
I made a lightning fast decision. Suddenly there was very large parking space that has opened up right beside me….Beep, Beep! I pulled into the parking space to claim it. The beep, beep had caught dr_bar’s attention, who then made a u-turn to join me in the parking space.
Parking is v-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-y hard to find along the shoreline. Dr_bar agreed with staying here in Harrison. It was just so darn nice here. We parked our bikes angled in. As we were unpacking our bikes, a little red headed boy came along and was looking at us with rapt attention. I smiled and said hi. He smiled and said hi back at me. He was with his Mom and sister. They kept walking past a few meters, but then the Mom came back and said that her little boy was just crazy about bikes. She said she was worried about when he got older and would want to ride….I assured her that with lessons and the right attitude, it wasn’t so bad. We could tell the little boy was just fascinated, so dr_bar asked if he would like to sit on his bike. He was thrilled to death, so he asked his Mom. Dr_bar put his bike on the centre stand and put the little boy onto the seat. I then let him put on my helmet. His Mom said it was this little guy’s birthday today and that he had just turned four. She was wishing she had her camera for this. Dr_bar took a photo and said we could e-mail it to her. The sister was feeling a bit left out, so dr_bar picked her up and we got another pic with her sitting pillion. Shortly after that family left, a couple of people on bikes came by and pulled into our parking space. We had commandeered this huge parking space which was big enough for 5 or 6 bikes. :D Smiles all around. :D We chatted for several minutes with this couple. He had a big Harley dresser…..she had a new 1100cc V-Star…Finally the man of this couple says, can we get going…I’m needing something cold…..
While dr_bar and I collected our gear, a group of what appeared to be “hard core” bikers walked past. Dr_bar smiled and said,”How ya doin’ today”?
They mostly ignored him…the last guy in the group acknowledging with a grunt…..

I had the impression the friendly Harley guy was referring to a cold beer…..You can never make assumptions about people….We saw them again a few minutes later having their cold ones….at an ice cream parlour
Dr_bar and I were also in the same place having some cold juices when in walked the aforementioned “bikers with attitude”. There they were having ice cream and frozen mochas…..I have the pics to prove it, too. Seems they are just like everyone else after all….they just don’t want anyone to know it.
The Muddy Waters café where we were all sitting had a tent set up on the boulevard. It was for a live 3 piece band that was just setting up. After we finished our juices we sauntered over to the beach to find a place to have our picnic. As we perused the place looking for a shady spot, I asked” Any reason why we couldn’t sit on that bench right in front of us?” D’oh! It was in the shade of a willow tree. Lucky us!
We people watched while we enjoyed our food. There was a nice breeze today and on the other side of the “man-made lagoon”, lots of people were taking advantage of it. There were sailboats, parasailers and sail boarders. Wow! Every once in awhile one of those parasailers would catch a draft and leap high into the air.
We stayed on our bench in the shade for quite a while. The band that had set up was playing some good music and we had no reason to leave. We commented how fortunate we are to live in a place where people could go and play on a beach and swim in the water without fear of having a bomb drop on them. In so many parts of the world, there is so much unrest, it makes me glad to be here.
Eventually, we decide to take a walk along the spit and around the lagoon. It is so beautiful here. We can see Echo island one way and when we turn around we see forests and when we turn around again we see the mountains. There is a reason why our province is called “Super, Natural BC.”
The time is now getting late. We have a couple of hours riding ahead of us to get home, so we start making our way back to the bikes.
It turns out now, ana or not, that it was a good idea to get my light fixed after all. Half of our ride home will be in the dark.
While we were waiting at a stop sign to leave, a white Corvette came by. Apparently there was an attractive woman in the car…..dr_bar said we could swap places….I think he wanted to flirt with her….
It was a good ride heading back. The sun was obscured by the mountains so we didn’t have it glaring into our eyes as we headed west. By the time we got into Mission the sun was getting dim, so we pulled over in town to change from sunglasses to regular glasses. I also took the opportunity to put on my reflective ankle bands.
We carried on through Mission towards Maple Ridge. It was dark before we reached Maple Ridge, but there is decent lighting and the road is in good condition. We took the Mary Hill By-Pass, United Blvd and Lougheed Hwy to get back. I wanted to avoid the freeway. Dr_bar came by so we could have a bite to eat before calling it a day. It was a long day, but a good day. He took my camera chip home with him to put all my pics on a CD. I can now share some of the biking pics.
We rode close to 300km today and I could feel them in the shoulder blades….although I think that may have more to do with the ride up the mountain on those scary tight twisties…..

Iron Butt ride….here I come….. :laughing:
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#25 Unread post by blues2cruise » Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:44 pm

First, the author....although I think this pic belongs in Soapbox in the sexiest woman thread... :laughing: :laughing:

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/ ... erbabe.jpg
This is from the BC Day long weekend. We stopped for water break at the Chehalis River in the Hemlock Valley.

The next one is me outside a friend's place. She thought my taking up motorcycling was a very cool thing to do....hence...the pic.



My first real ride shortly after the instructor said, "Go forth and ride". I had an unexpected vacation day near the beginning of November, so I called dr_bar...."It's a sunny day, wanna ride?"

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#26 Unread post by blues2cruise » Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:57 pm

My very first ride with someone from TMW was with honda599 and dr_bar.
honda599 led us through some very interesting back roads out in the Mission area. We also took a sidetrip to Whonnock Lake where we stopped for a break. Proof I can go on gravel....I just don't like it....it scares me.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/ ... se/024.jpg



We must have looked friendly....so many other bikers came to share our space.http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/ ... fbikes.jpg

We made a 4 year old very happy....and it was his birthday....sweet.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/ ... earold.jpg

Rock or Country..... you decide....Back in the saddle...or...On the road again...

We're heading home from Harrison and it's getting dusky..
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/ ... inhome.jpg

Can you see me? I have donned my reflective gear. Half of the ride home was in the dark....like much of my life. :laughing:
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Re: A few visual aids

#27 Unread post by Gummiente » Wed Aug 03, 2005 8:56 pm

blues2cruise wrote:First, the author....although I think this pic belongs in Soapbox in the sexiest woman thread... :
It probably would be if it were large enough for my middle aged eyes to see... any chance of a bigger pic?
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#28 Unread post by blues2cruise » Wed Aug 03, 2005 9:28 pm

Your wish is my command....I have re-done the links so that you get bigger pics now. :)
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#29 Unread post by Gummiente » Thu Aug 04, 2005 3:39 am

blues2cruise wrote:I have re-done the links so that you get bigger pics now. :)
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! :righton:
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I missed one.

#30 Unread post by blues2cruise » Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:58 am

I managed to get the pic before the greasy finger smears and the gum incident. This was from my Victoria trip.
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#31 Unread post by blues2cruise » Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:44 pm

The first scene is from when we stopped for a break at the river...So many people who live in the city forget that there is such remarkable beauty close to home. This is The Chehalis River in The Hemlock Valley

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What do you do when you are not out on the road? I spend a bit of time in my little garden....pretty, don't you think?

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Sometimes I go for a hike....
This was a recent destination...Norvan Falls.

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#32 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sat Aug 06, 2005 8:36 pm

I signed up for a map and compass seminar out in Abbotsford for Friday night and Saturday morning. (August 5 and 6) When I signed up I wasn’t thinking about the fact that I would be going out there on my motorcycle and having to be coming home in the dark….after an easy week of commuting I was about to cross another bridge…both figuratively and literally…
Let me go back to Thursday for a moment. Some people are just so clued out. I was sitting at a red light, facing downhill, waiting to make my right turn, my left hand holding in the clutch and my right hand holding in the brake when a fellow from work rode by on his bike. He saw me and gave a big wave….I responded with a nod of my head…my hands were occupied…
At the end of the day he says to me, “You are sure a snob”.
“I’m a snob?” I reply. “What makes you say that?”
“Wasn’t that you this morning?”
“Yes, that was me.”
“You didn’t even wave back.”
“Dale”, I replied, “I was facing downhill with my hands on the clutch and brake. How was I supposed to wave? I nodded my head at you.”
When he thought about it for a moment he backtracked…sometimes one just cannot wave back. :roll:
After work on Friday, I did my errands like getting to the bank and then fuelling up before heading home to shower and get ready for my ride to the Fraser Valley. It has suddenly occurred to me that I will “flying” solo tonight. I find myself facing this evening’s ride with a little trepidation. My friend, dr_bar, has gone away for several days so I won’t have my “security blanket” with me.
Given that it is so hot outside, I wore a sleeveless tanktop under my riding jacket. I also had on my full face helmet. The traffic moved along really well until 264th. I should rephrase that….the traffic was relentlessy aggressive and speeding excessively heading out Hwy 1. :x When I accessed the freeway at Brunette, I couldn’t believe how great the traffic was flowing. I had envisioned the usual Friday gridlock. I made my turn onto the entrance ramp and was able to merge in effortlessly. Of course it helps having a bike that will accelerate quickly and powerfully.
It actually astounds me how fast it will pick up speed. If I am cruising along at 80kmh and I roll on the throttle, I am at 100kmh before I know it. Now some of you who read this may be thinking, “What’s the big deal?”
I spend all day every day driving around Vancouver in a diesel bus and my personal car is just a Ford Tempo. So, knowing that, you will have some understanding as to why I am so impressed with the acceleration of my bike when I need it. For me, it’s a lot.

When I get onto the freeway, I make my move ASAP to the HOV lane. In theory, the passing lane is now to my right, however, there seems to be a need for some serious education about HOV lanes. A lot of people seem to think HOV means Hey, get out of my way. I have a big SUV and I want to go faster than anyone else on the planet and you are barely going over the speed limit. I’m thinking I need a jacket with a logo on the back that says “I am allowed to be legal!”

The HOV lane works in theory only. One reason being is there isn’t enough enforcement and the other reason being that there are so many a$$inine people driving these days.

I have to admit I was feeling somewhat tense as I was making my way over the Port Mann Bridge. I felt like I was really being pushed. The speed limit in the area preceding the bridge and on the bridge is 80kmn….I was riding 100kmh and it still didn’t seem fast enough for those overly aggressive clowns. The “so called slow lane” really was too slow, and I wasn’t going fast enough to be in the “passing lane”, so the HOV should be perfect. It’s away from the exit and entrance ramps so you don’t have to worry about other vehicles merging.

I must apologize to the motorcyclist going the other way on the bridge. He waved at me and I did not wave back…until you were past me…..I was so busy concentrating on getting over the bridge I didn’t notice you until the last second. :)

As soon as the HOV lane ends on the Surrey side of the bridge, I make my way to the “so called slow lane”, because the HOV lane now becomes the passing lane. The speed changes to 90kmh here and I am going close to 100kmh while the vehicles in the passing lane are flying by me like I am standing still. Soon the speed limit changes to 100kmh and I finally don’t have to worry about getting a ticket.
It has suddenly occurred to me that I am crouched low in my saddle. I have been riding with every muscle in my gut clenched tight and my teeth clamped together. I now notice that my neck, my right shoulder and in between my shoulder blades are all feeling sore. I have been riding all the way from Burnaby to Langley completely tensed up. It is 232nd Street before I recognize it and will myself to relax.
“Let the muscles go,” I tell myself. “Unclench your jaw, too.”
I sit up straighter in the saddle and loosen my grip on the handlebars a bit. Ah-h-h-h-, that’s more like it. I can feel my confidence returning and my enjoyment rising as I leave behind the craziness of the bridge traffic.

Whoa! What a feeling. A big truck has just passed me and I feel like I am being pulled along in his wake. There is no buffeting. Only a feeling like no wind resistance for a few seconds and then he was gone. He, too was in a big hurry to get somewhere.
“What’s going on? The traffic is coming to a screeching halt!” :shock: I am so glad I am in the habit of leaving plenty of space in front of me. Both lanes of traffic travel at about 10kmh for some distance. Finally we go past a couple of vans and a couple of motorcyclists standing along side of the freeway.
No, there was no accident! No, there was no blood and gore! They were simply standing there talking, smiling and laughing! There was nothing to see! :x
All it takes in a busy traffic situation is the first vehicle in the line to slow down to look and traffic chaos is created. As soon as we got past the people “visiting” at the side of the road, speed picked up again. I left the freeway at the Sumas exit and headed north under the freeway to make my way to Valhalla Outdoor Store.
I was glad of the break and to be out of today’s horrible traffic.

After our seminar, I once again was faced with my feelings of trepidation about riding solo. (Let me backtrack for a bit. I ride solo all over Vancouver. I am very familair with Vancovuer. But heading out to the Fraser Valley is something that is rare for me.)
It was now dark and I am not familiar with this area. I put on my reflective ankle bands and reflective waist and shoulder harness. I just want to make it home in one piece. I made it without incident to the freeway and merged in easily. I was somewhat surprised by how much traffic was heading west at this time of night. The lanes are newly paved so I don’t have to worry about potholes and there is enough traffic to create a certain amount of ambient light. I just need to keep my eyes peeled for deer. Although rare, they do once in awhile make their way to this section of the highway. I managed to clip along at 100-110kmh in the slow lane until the scales. :shock: :shock: :shock:
Once again I thank myself for the practice of leaving lots of space in front of me. Brake lights suddenly are burning bright in front of me. I brake hard and shift down in time so that I am able to stop without incident. I flickered my brake lights a few extra times to alert the person behind me that I am stopping. There was a car stalled along the shoulder of the passing lane. It was not quite off the freeway and had a few cones around it to mark it. Consequently, the traffic in the passing lane was moving right to the slow lane. No wonder we came to a screeching halt.
I had mentioned earlier I had worn only a tanktop under my jacket. When I arrived at the store at 7:45 my back was sweating. Now I don’t know whether it was because the sun was beating on my back when I was heading out or if it was because of nervous sweat, but the point is it was smoking’ hot.
While I am riding home I’m feeling cold. I’m thinking to myself I wish I had long sleeves on under my jacket. “Hmmmm”, I think to myself, “the vents on my jacket are open. I was able to close a couple of the vents and it did help somewhat. I would never have imagined it being so cool going home. As I neared the start of the downhill slope to the bridge, the temperature warmed up significantly. The change was dramatic. It was warm enough to unzip the jacket if I had felt inclined.
The ride back over the bridge was certainly less dramatic at this time of night and making my way to the Brunette exit and getting home was easy going.
I made it out to the valley and back by myself in one piece and lived to tell about it. :mrgreen:

When you get used to having someone watch your back, it’s quite the challenge to overcome the feeling of uncertainty. It just shows you the damage to a person’s psyche when you keep meeting up with the wrong people. Slowly but surely, they are getting left behind, as are the insecurities. :D

I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. For tonight, I am going to enjoy that I overcame another challenge. :)
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I think I'll take a bus tomorrow.

#33 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sun Aug 07, 2005 12:02 am

You would think I should know better, but, no-o-o-o-o-o. When I got home after my night ride, there was a message from my friend upstairs. She is a night owl, so I knew it was ok to call her back at 11pm. My quick trip upstairs turned out to be ¾ hour. Sigh….I am my own worst enemy sometimes. I have to get up at 7:30am so I can shower and have some breakfast and coffee before I head out on the bike to go back to Abbotsford for part 2 of the map and compass seminar.
Although I had the alarm set for 7:30, I still woke up at 6. Sigh…..I hope when I retire I get out of this flippin’ habit of waking up too early. :roll:

After a bit of breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee I feel somewhat revived. I decided to go a different route to get to the freeway today. Since it is early, there might not be too many hooligans out yet. I rode down Cariboo Road to access the freeway today. It might save me a few minutes of time because I will be on the freeway sooner. As I am approaching the entrance to the freeway, I am checking over my left shoulder to make sure it is clear. I see that it is and just as I start to move into the lane, a car from the passing lane decided to move into my space. :shock: So, I wait until they get past me and then merge in behind them. It should be noted that there is not much traffic and there was nobody behind that car. There was no reason for them to change lanes when they did. I sure do wonder about the mentality of the drivers around here.

I got over into the HOV lane and unlike last night, this morning was a much better experience. Except for the bridge. What is it about this bridge that makes people become homicidal maniacs?
After the bridge the next little while was smooth going. I was also not as tensed up today. I don’t know what it is about the area of 264th but here we are again…almost at a standstill….the traffic crawling along at about 2kmh. We finally make it up to where we can see and there are a few police cars and a fire truck. There had been a collision and there was still cones marking the spot. The cones were taking up part of the passing lane, so all the cars had to move over to make room for them. At least we now know why we were going so slowly.
Just as we started to pick up speed, a pickup truck towing a trailer moved into my lane in front of me. Oh, great! Now I can’t see a thing. I look in my mirror, signal, shoulder check and move over into the passing lane. The traffic is moving quickly and I accelerate briskly to keep up with the flow. WE ARE PASSING the slower moving traffic. Suddenly a big….and I mean big….new pickup stomped his gas and was about 3 feet behind me. :shock: :x He must get his jollies scaring the you know what out of people. This is the kind of moron we all wish would have an overheated radiator on a hot day. :twisted: ....and a flat tire....and no spare with him.....
I rolled the throttle to kick up the speed a notch and when I could pull in I did so. The moron in this big truck then booted it past me to within a few feet of the car ahead of him. The driver of this big truck then weaved to the right into the slow lane and passed on the right before weaving back into the passing lane and intimidating someone else.
Since this a family site, I will refrain from saying what I really think of him.

I made my way to the outdoor store without further incident. When we were all collected at the store, our seminarian (what do you call a person who puts on seminars?) told us he had laid out a course for us to plot at a nearby park. We had to get back on the freeway and head east toward Chilliwack. I’m glad he suggested we follow him, because I would not have found this place otherwise. I might still be riding around in the corn fields. Hmmm, I should have stopped to take a photo of my bike with the corn stalks for a back drop to give you an idea of just how much corn is grown in Chilliwack and how big it grows. I just might have to back out there next weekend. As dr_bar says, “Any excuse for a ride.”
Mt. Baker was really visible today. What a gorgeous sight as you ride along the highway and see the snowcapped mountain with the blue sky for a backdrop.
After the seminar was over I rode a bit through the farmland before making my way back to the freeway. I fuelled up here in Chilliwack before heading west. I left the freeway at Clearbrook. Man, oh, man. What is it with guys in their pick up trucks. I have started signaling to indicate I am taking the next exit. Now, if you know the rules of the road, you will know that you do not cross a solid white line. When you leave or enter the highway, you should do so at the dotted line.
So! I am signaling to leave the freeway and when I get to the dotted line, I move to the exit lane. About the same time, a guy in his freaking big pickup truck also moves towards the exit lane, but across the solid white line and about 5 feet behind me. Although he has scared the tar out of me, I held my line and throttled and geared down for the curve coming up. Although he was still far too close for comfort, he did not attempt to run me over. We stopped at a red light. I was tempted to turn around and flip him the bird, but I feared he might have a rifle or something in there, so I kept my hands to myself.
As soon as I turned the corner I pulled over to the right so he could pass me. Another a$$inine guy behind the wheel.
I went into Clearbrook to find the motorcycle shop that is supposed to be there. After a fruitless ride through Clearbrook in the blazing hot sun, I decided to go home. Getting back onto the freeway was another of those occasions when I was astounded by the acceleration of my bike. The ramp to the freeway was quite long and it enabled me to get up to speed, but the traffic was so bunched together and nobody was moving over…..so….what do you do?
Wind it up :) wowee :D it moves fast 8) I am merged in and moving along with everyone else.
Oh, oh, what’s up ahead. Traffic is stopping. Here we go again. Stop, start, stop, start, stop, start…..I must write a letter to blankety blank motorcycle school and tell them the one good thing I learned from them.
“How slow can you go?” They made us practice “walking” speed. Their reason was so you could slow and cruise down Robson Street looking for chicks. :roll: How slow can you go. I have become very good at walking speed riding because I have so darn much of it lately.

It appeared that an older model pickup has lost some parts. It looked like it may have been a part of a drive shaft and maybe the u-joint or something lying on the ground. The truck was off to the side and all the traffic was slowly avoiding the debris. This was at the scales and at this point we are getting close to the dreaded bridge again. It was a very slow approach to the bridge today but once on it, we all moved along smoothly.

I made a couple of stops on the way home and am happy to report the rest of the trip was without incident. I can still feel my right shoulder aching even as I sit here and type. I must learn to relax a bit more, but when those aggressive drivers scare me, I can’t help but get tense. I truly think they do it on purpose. :evil:
After the riding I did this weekend, I now am just past the 7,000km on the odometer. It’s time for me to take the bike in for its second service. I will call next week and make the appointment.

The bike will stay parked tomorrow. I am taking transit to Grouse Mountain and am going hiking with a few friends. I’ve had enough freeways, highways and byways for one weekend. Tomorrow morning I will walk to the Skytrain and then get off at Waterfront Station, where I will then get on the Seabus. It goes from downtown Vancouver to Lonsdale Quay in North Vancouver. It’s a popular tourist thing to do. We will then board a bus to Grouse Mountain. Our hike will start at the top of Grouse Mountain which will unfortunately be littered with tourists. However it won’t take long before we get to the trailhead and the teeming masses will trickle down to only the hikers heading up the mountain for the day.
Once at the top the fresh air and stunning views will be worth the climb.
No frenzied traffic for me tomorrow. That will come soon enough when I get back to work on Monday.
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#34 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sun Aug 07, 2005 12:10 am

My apologies. I just read over half my last post and see a few typos. I am too tired to fix it tonight. Too much tension over the last 2 days must have drained me.
I think you will get the meaning.
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Motorcycle Short Stories Book

#35 Unread post by blues2cruise » Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:35 pm

I picked up a book today from Duthie's Books in Vancouver. The title is SHE'S A BAD MOTORCYCLEWRITERS ON RIDING

It is a bunch of short stories about riders, their bikes, their adventures/misadventures., etc.

While I was reading through a few of the tales, I saw a line that made me laugh. It also reminded me of one of the TMW members who had sent me a private message.
I have had a few private messages from members giving me their support and suggestions. I thank you for those messages.
One of the people who sent me a message gave me a suggestion as to what to say to the people who make disparaging comments. He suggested I tell them to save their breath for their inflatable doll. :lol:

Another suggestion was, "Is it because I am a woman or because you are an a$$hole?" :laughing: (I quite like that one....I just never remember the snappy comebacks until after I get home, though. :roll: )

Back to the line in the book....it made me laugh...and I would have to choose very carefully who to say this to, but....it would have an impact, I'm sure. I would have to be really upset to say it, though, because it's not language I would normally use.

"You must have a really big d**k, because you sure have a mother----ing tiny brain". :laughing:
Of course, like all the rest, I won't remember it until after I'm home.

I took the bus to work today. After hiking yesterday and not getting enough sleep, I figured I should leave the bike at home today.
Tomorrow, however, will be a different story.
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Stepping back in time

#36 Unread post by blues2cruise » Wed Aug 10, 2005 11:02 pm

I just finished reading the first entry of Loonette's blog. It reminded me of when I first wanted 2 wheels.
I had saved up my allowance and babysitting money to pay for half of a second hand 3-speed bike. My parents paid for the other half. I guess you could say I have had a "thing" for bikes since I was a kid. Hmmm, I must scan a pic and upload it....it will be good for a chuckle.

However, the first taste of a motorcycle was when I was about 12 or 14. My cousin from Victoria, who is a few years older, had a motorcycle. He gave me a ride up and down the driveway....it was a longish driveway...

I was thrilled to death. :mrgreen:

The next time I was on a motorcycle was when I was about 17. I was dating someone who had a motorcycle and I had the time of my life being ridden around on his bike. It was an old BSA. I don't know what happened to our riding. We got married and that was the end of it. :(


It just goes to show you, if it's in your blood, it will come back to you, just like it did for me last year at 53.

Having a midlife crisis or want to prevent one? Learn to ride...... :)
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I will find you and you will apologize......

#37 Unread post by blues2cruise » Wed Aug 10, 2005 11:22 pm

I rode my bike to work today. It was an overcast morning with cool temperatures that felt so refreshing after all the hot weather. I like the morning commute on the bike. I journey along old Marine Drive at 50kmh for a nice relaxed leisurely ride. Unlike the newer Marine Way, which is an 80kmh bypass route with lots of traffic, old Marine Drive doesn't have very many vehicles first thing in the morning.

I parked my bike in the space left vacant after I pulled my bus out. I locked the steering and put on the disc lock.

Today is one of those days I am so glad I locked my bike. I was under the illusion I could trust my fellow co-workers....but apparently not. When I came back to the lot at the end of the day, my bike had been moved a few inches. It may not seem like a lot, but whoever had moved it, moved it enough that the disc lock was jammed in between the wheel and the fork. The lock was so jammed in that there are cut marks in the rubber that covers the lock.
I am so choked that someone would even think of sitting on it, let alone attempting to move it. :x There was even some muddy marks on the chrome that I know were not there this morning. I had a suspicion who it was, but he denied it. (Yes, I asked politely) There is a new smudge (not quite a scratch) in the paint on the tip of the front fender.

Tomorrow I will report this to management and ask them if they can review the security tapes. If it turns out to be a co-worker, we will be having words.

It took a few minutes to free up the lock to get going and be on my way.
I then went for a ride instead of going straight home after work. :)
By the time I got home I felt somewhat better, but not better enough that they are going to get let off the hook.
I want an apology...and a promise to never touch my bike again.

I will edit my entry when I have more info.....
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It must be my new shade of lipstick....

#38 Unread post by blues2cruise » Fri Aug 12, 2005 12:24 am

The bikers in black leather are waving at me. 8) Their waving at me may have more to do with the fact that I am wearing a half helmet instead of my full face helmet and they can actually see that I am a woman with my hair blowing in the wind. Of course the lipstick probably helps :laughing: because the bikers in black leather never acknowledged my existence before. :P


When I first bought my bike, the salesguy told me he keeps his insurance and registration papers in the pocket of his motorcycle jacket so that he knew the papers were always with him.
I thought that was a good idea, so I have been leaving my insurance papers in the pocket of my Joe rocket jacket because I never ride without it.
:frusty:
Yesterday, the night before, and today, I rode my bike without my Joe Rocket jacket. It just occurred to me on the way home from work today that I have been roaming around with no proof of ownership on me. :roll:

I will make sure I wear my proper riding jacket tomorrow, even if it is flippin' hot out.

I wrote a letter to the manager where I work and Cc'ed it to the fleet manager asking them to review the security tapes. I don't think they did and I will have to get on them about it.
I also put up a little poster, but so far nobody has come forward to apologize for tampering with my bike. Not that I really expected the culprit to come forward, but I thought with the warning of viewing the security tapes, they may have owned up to it.

Personally, I don't think our managers really care. The driveway getting into our lot has so much gravel all over it and it's getting worse. I have asked them to arrange to have it cleaned up because it is getting more treacherous every day, but have they done it? no-o-O-o. Sigh.....

Ah, well, only one more day and it's the weekend. I have two whole days coming up where I won't have to go near the place.
I might actually have to stay home and do housework on Saturday because I am taking my bike in for its 7,000km service. It's hard to believe that I have ridden that many km already.

I wonder when a person is no longer considered a new rider? I don't mind telling people I am a new rider....they don't have any expectations that way.
Just like when people ask if I can play a musical instrument...I tell them I play the kazoo....that way nobody has any expectations.


It sure was a nice ride home after work today. Bright and breezy and no traffic hassles. I wish all days could be like that, but then again, it would make us complacent if there were never any challenges.
I am rambling, so it must be time to sign off and get some sleep.
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Everyone is a flippin' expert...or so they think

#39 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sat Aug 20, 2005 12:02 am

Today after work I met my pals at the Hose and Hydrant. We go there almost every Friday for an hour or so to wind down from our week. In a way it's celebrating making it through another week.
We have been doing this for several years so naturally you get to see a lot of the same people. Some talk to us, some don't.

I have been given permission by the club to park my motorcycle up on their landing by the bike rack. That way I don't have to leave it in the mall parking lot. It's in plain view of the guy who works there.
This same individual was also responsible for preventing the theft of my Kona mountain bike. It was locked to the bike rack in front of the club's big windows and this fellow happened to see the lowlife with the oversize bolt cutters cutting the lock on my bike. (The bike shop assured me this cable lock was as good as a u-lock....it's not true)
Anyway, this fellow that I know recognized my bike, called another patron to help and they managed to grab the thief just as he was going to walk away with my bike.
The police were called who came and took the guy away. It turns out he was wanted....they sent him to jail. The courts sent me a form to fill out for compensation for the locks and cables. :laughing: Ya, right. They made a judgement against the guy saying he had to pay me back....I guess it's the principle that counts. This guy steals for drug money....he has no cash....he needs rehab....at least by putting him in lockup he might clean up for a few months.

Anyway, back to today. As I was leaving, my acquaintance who works there came outside as he does sometimes, but so did one of the "regulars", who has never said a single to word to me in all the time we have been going to this club. Suddenly he has tons to say to me.
"New bike?"
"Fairly new", I say. "I bought it last October".
Suddenly he knows everything there is to know about when I should ride and when not to ride. He starts telling me that I only have a month of riding weather left. I explained I was riding all winter except on icy days....
He wasn't listening....just kept on talking and saying that maybe October might be ok, but that's it. :roll: Just because he's a fairweather rider, doesn't mean we all are. (Although my bike might be happier if it got to stay home on wet days. )
Then he proceeded to tell me I needed crash guards. I prefer to call them engine guards. He then looked down and realized there was engine guards on my bike. He told me I needed bigger "crash guards". Bigger than those things. Talk about bossy.
I asked, "Why would I want to?" I should have known better than to ask.
"Those are too small. If you ever crash those won't protect you. You'll chop your legs right off." "I used to have a few bikes", he says. "I've moved on to something else."
"What do you do now?"
"Flying".
Then he walked away.
What an a**hole.
I am so sick to death of men trying to tell me what to do....Why can't they just be nice to me instead of trying to be the boss of me?
My acquaintance there does not tell me what to do....he just watches out for me....he and my dad were firefighters together.

The bossy one came back along with someone else who came outside for a smoke. Great....now I have an audience for when I leave. :shock:

I turned on the engine and it purred to life....I say purr because my bike doesn't roar. I have stock pipes on it ( and I like them that way), so it runs fairly quiet. I think they were all very surprised at how quiet it was when I started it up.

I don't work great with an audience....I am sitting waiting for traffic to clear so that I can get off the landing/sidewalk and hoping I don't stall or something......Finally it's clear and I roll on the throttle, let out the clutch, lift my foot off the brake ....wowee.....it was one of the finest accelerations I have ever done....shifted up....shifted up again..... :D :)

Tomorrow I am heading out to Abbotsford again....wish me luck.
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#40 Unread post by blues2cruise » Sat Aug 20, 2005 1:02 am

I joined the International Star Riders Association which led me to a local chapter in BC. I went to their site and found their forums.
Wow! A group of people who actually get out on rides.....some locally. :)

They have a ride every Sunday except when there is ice and snow. They organize ice cream rides, coffee rides, and even rides in other towns where people converge for lunch and then head home.

It looks like I will be planning a "fresh produce" ride soon to Keremeos and back. Like my friend, dr_bar says....any excuse for a ride....

I just happened to mention about an excursion we had done last fall and that we were thinking of planning another daytrip like it and the next thing you know some people said they were interested.

Could be a fun day.
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