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#21 Unread post by Sev » Sun Jul 03, 2005 6:26 pm

Reynolds Museum:

This year the Reynolds Museum in Wetaskiwin is hosting one of the biggest public collections of bikes in North America. Assembled from all over there's everything from the #01 Honda Rune to the bike that Doris rode solo around the world, and everythin in between. Of course this is a once in a life time opporunity, since after it gets closed down it's highly doubtful that it would be possible to get all these bikes back together.

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The last week has been singularly rough. Tons of rain, thunderstorms, hydroplaning and hail. However it seems that no matter what happens every second sunday is beautiful. I cannot fully explain it, but I'm not going to complain. This weekend was no exception, and there was a meet to go to. As usual I set out from my house around 8:00 AM, what an ungodly hour to meet the Retreads for a breakfast meeting. My Aunt and Uncle are both members and take me along as their guest. I have been riding with them every trip for the last few weeks and greatly enjoying it. While I am not officially a member, nor will I be old enough to join up for at least 19 years I have made enough friends that simply showing up will have someone adopt me as a guest. At least, that was my theory, which was put to the test. My Aunt and Uncle are out east for the next few weeks on a motorcycle adventure of their own.
So, like I said, braving the potentially inclemental weather I set out alone at 8:00. I arrived at the same time as Gerry and Denise. You'll recall that Gerry was the pleasant fellow who directed me and my friends down that gravel road last year. Definately going to have to give him a hard time.
They adopt me and we head in to breakfast together, the usual meeting stuff goes on, while I enjoy my breakfast. Not being a member of the club I get to ignore most of it ;) General chitchat fills the air as we wait to get the ride underway.
After everyone finishes breakfast and the club business is taken care of we all get ready. Split into two groups and headed out. With heavy metal blasting into my ear and a fair bit of trepidation (Gerry is leading the group I'm in so I'm expecting gravel) we set out. Excitment fills the air, and the roar of 4 other bikes joins the general fray. This is going to be a good time.
As usual Gerry performs his magic on the roads of Alberta. As if he's taken the straight line of ribbon that makes up Alberta's roads between thumb and forefinger and flicked his wrist he magically creates twisties out of nowhere. How he manages to do that, I'll never understand.
Following a series of backroads that I could never remember, let alone recreate we made our way South and West out of Edmonton. Carving through all the turns we could find.
Because of traffic lights we get split up on occasion, after the second time I come to the decision that I being immortal and thus more willing to take risks will ride drag. I'll admit it might not have been a smart decision, the guy who was in the back had a CB, but he also had a passenger which basically means he had to be more conservative then I did. That and I'm riding a crotch rocket as opposed to the cruisers everyone else is on means that I might be able to keep up a little better at things like yellow lights.
It was a good theory, but we got split up once more, though highway miles and some careful passing took care of that.
Somehow we arrived at the intersection of Sec Highway 795 and Twn RD 472A where Gerry turns off onto gravel. NOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, well it turns out it was a parking lot and not a gravel road. But I was scared regardless. We ended up at Pipestone Cafe and Country Antique Shop. Which was like an antique shop, cafe, and general store all rolled into one. A quick cup of coffee, and slice of pie (for some) and we were back on our way. Though the 2 other customers certainly seemed surprised to see 9 bikers walk in. Just sitting around talking was a lot of fun.

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From there it was a quick jaunt to the museum. Seconds after we pulled up another young guy on a Yellow Honda 599 pulled up BESIDE ME. I've never seen another one in Edmonton that wasn't at the dealership, so we had to talk for a bit. He's put about 1600km on his. And we're in total agreement, it's an AMAZING ride. Tons of fun! We went inside where we got to see about 100 different bikes, all of which were beautifully restored. It was awe inspiring to wander around and look at what people used to ride. It was terror inspiring to wander around and LOOK AT WHAT PEOPLE USE TO RIDE.

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Having seen the show before with BuzZz who had actually thrashed the crap out of a lot of the later models shown I was armed with some knowledge that few of the other riders had. That made it even more fun :D

I also got to sit on the very first Honda Rune that ever rolled off the assembly line. That's right this is 001.

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After wandering for a couple of hours we had lunch and decided it was time to head home. Only 4 bikes to go, the rest had taken off on their own. We hoped. Two bikes stopped at the next town over while I followed the third through Leduc and watched them turn off towards Edmonton while I continued East to highway 21, which I thought was rangeroad 330 (it's actually 320) so you can imagine my surprise when I hard braked from 140km/h to turn onto 330 and found gravel instead of highway. Back up to speed in a couple of seconds and kept on to the highway. I arrived home safe and sound, and loved every second of it.
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#22 Unread post by Sev » Tue Jul 12, 2005 9:51 am

On Sunday July 10/05 I got the opportunity to go for a ride with BuzZz from the forums. As you probably all know, he's sitting a FJ1200 currently and all I can say is... FAST. Here's my quick report:

I'm working nightshifts this weekend. This means that my typical day consists of working 7pm to 7 am running the crane, or hefting around lumber for railcar blocking. Afterwards it's a 15 minute ride home, and a long hot shower, which is followed shortly by passing out to awaken around 4 or 5 and do it all over again. This weekend however was to be a little different. I'd been previously contacted by BuzZz letting me know that he'd be in town, and he was interested in getting out and about for a bit. Definately a great opportunity to go riding.

I was expecting a phone call on Sat around 2 or 3 which wakes me up a little early, but would give us more time to ride around. Being something of an insomniac I woke up at 1:00 and waited for a call. The appointed time came and went without a phone call, as I watched storm clouds mass in the distance. By 6:30 when I was getting ready to leave for work it had started pouring, so I didn't feel to badly about it.

Work was the usual, I spent about 10 hours throwing 30lb 4"x4"x8' s into railcars and then positioning them so that the steel could be chainslung out of the railcars when it gets delivered. I REALLY wish more places had electromagnetic cranes. Anyways...
Sunday I was rudely awakened by the sound of my Dad beating on my door bellowing some nonsense about my friend wanting to talk to me. All of my friends know better then to call me on a day like today (nightshifts) so I was curious and a little warry, but I answered anyways.
"Did I wake you up?"
"yes"
"do you want to go riding?"
"Yes"
"how long do you need?"
"1/2 hour"
"Mee at Sorentino's in 45 minutes then"
Frantic rush to get my gear, pack food for work that night, and cram some of the same down my throat. It's 3PM, last time I ate was 3 AM, and I manage to eat a small container of applesauce and an old dry cornbread muffin. Today is looking good. I make the rush across town getting there two minutes early. BuzZz of course arrives 10 minutes late, with a buddy in tow. It's okay though, I passed the time trying to figure out which of the 5 or 6 cruisers wandering around the parking lot belonged to him. Turns out that the answer is none of them, but I see one in his future.

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Watching the road I see a couple sportsbikes headed my way... a Fj1200 (BuzZz) and a Gixxer 1000 (his friend whose name I forgot...*Edit it's Corby and I'm fixing my post*). I can tell that I'm in trouble.
I should clarify that statement. All of my past riding experience has been with my friends and Aunts/Uncles riding club the Retreads. This means I typically ride with cruisers and tourers. A far cry from the liter bikes I'm facing now. I've typically taken a lack-a-dasical approach to riding as a slow start for me is the same as a fast start for my friends. My biked is named the Hornet and aptly so... it handles like one. But I'm facing a pair of torque monkeys, this is going to be tough.

So anyways, I'm now faced with a couple of true supersports, though I don't think that anything that's purple could truely be called sporty... And I just went from the fastest in the group to the slowest and I know it. And they are determined to show me.

We talk for a couple of minutes, and decide to head down to Hawrlack Park. So they take off, and I play catch up. Out onto Sherwood Park Freeway, and I can already tell what kind of a ride this is going to be. I round the right hand corner, and they're already 2 blocks away. Throttles twist for a reason, so I hammer into mine, and discover the true powerband. Not the sedate one I've been riding, but the POWER BAND. And I take off. I catch up and notice that the Corby's left turn signal is on. Turns out it's almost always on, and that's more then a little distracting. Seems we cannot remember how to turn it off.

We take off down the freeway passing what few cars there are and weaving around the slow moving traffic. *All at the speed limit of course, obey the law kiddies*. We get up to Whyte Ave, which is pretty much totally shut down for some street sale thing. And end up in the wrong lane of stopped traffic. Corby gets in, in front of a big yellow truck, BuzZz gets his wheel in, and I prepare to follow. Traffic starts, they go, I get moving, and the truck guns it. Stops about... 2 inches from my elbow. But I don't get smeared so it's okay... I guess.

We weave around Whyte Ave for a while, crossing and recrossing it until we find ourselves on Groat Road. We take Groat to the park. And circle around looking for a spot to stop. Stopping in the shade we "sit and talk." Which really means watch all the scantily clad women, and laugh at the guys driving by. High points included a blinged out hummer, several white boys in trucks blasting rap, an old guy doing the same. Tons of ugly sports cars. a purple V-max, some guy on a Harley in a fullface, full leathers with a woman on the back in a skull cap, tank top, and sandals. Asian guy on a v-star wearing a harley jacket and more that I'm sure BuzZz will pipe in about.

The high point of my day was pulling up to a stop in which BuzZz indicated I should take his spot and stop at Corby's right, instead of behind them. He stops, and looks to his right to talk to BuzZz but I'm there... confused look, and a glance to the left. BuzZz is RIGHT there! Flicks off his turn signal and yells, "Use this RIGHT! It's pissing me off!"

After he pulled away, I had to say, "that was awsome!"
"We've been riding together since we were this tall, we "fudge" with each others bikes on the highway."
*nervous laugh* no touchy *point at my bike*

All in all one of the best rides of my life, as I had to actually use my bike close to its potential. Watching those bikes power out of the corners makes me understand why someone would want a liter bike. Though BuzZz looks like a toy sitting on his... soooo small Wink All in all I cannot wait to go riding with him again.
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#23 Unread post by Aggroton » Tue Jul 12, 2005 1:02 pm

you really should write as a profession.
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#24 Unread post by Sev » Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:12 pm

You should get me a job to do so ;);)

Writing isn't the problem, being inspired to do so is. That and finding someone who will pay me.... Mike... you need another writer? My resume is posted above.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#25 Unread post by Aggroton » Sat Jul 16, 2005 4:22 pm

Write some crazy book. Im thinking somewhere between the dark tower series by stephen king and hells angels by hunter s thompson. I dont know. I would read it. Novels are where its at though. The best thing out there now its sad to asy is Harry Potter.
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#26 Unread post by Sev » Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:41 pm

If you're looking for something good to read then try:

The Prince of Nothing and Warrior-Prophet by R. Scott Bakker. By the time I finished the 2nd one I was ready to flip out because I wanted so badly to read the next one. It comes out in early 06... hopefully.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#27 Unread post by Aggroton » Mon Jul 18, 2005 2:13 pm

yeah after dealing with the dark tower...i try not to pick up anything that isnt finished...i had to wait almost two years for an end....some people waited longer....hes crazy. ill check that out though.
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#28 Unread post by Sev » Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:36 pm

So, it's been a little while since my last post. I figure it's time to give the world a little update.

Story takes place on July 3/05 and no it's not a fantasy novel like requested ;)

This weekend I had the chance to go riding with Whytegryphon and nearly plowed myself headlong into a car at highway speeds. Ahhh what a lead in.

Once again I have a long weekend off from work with some money to burn and a desire and the usual desire to ride. I've contacted Owen to see if he was interested in meeting for what he would deem a short ride. After a couple of e-mails back and forth we agreed to meet at the McDonalds in Leduc around noon. In typical fashion I strapped my raingear to the back and set out with heavy winds pushing me around on the highway. 140km/h with a crossbreeze is a lot of fun. Like my dear father taught me, I arrived 10 minutes early, and to make sure that I was at the right place I took a quick drive down the road to make sure there was only 1 Mcdicks there, the damn things pop up like cancer. It wouldn't do to wait for 30 minutes at the wrong one and then head home.

Having completed my patrol I popped inside and picked up some food and a drink. I devoured my sandwich in record time, not wanting to get caught eating when Owen arrived. I disposed of the evidence and nursed my coke while people watching for the next 20 minutes. I wasn't upset though, gave me a chance to fully wake up, and Owen was fighting a nasty headwind on the way up here.

Seeing a red KLR pull into the parking lot I set my head back and pretend to be asleep. This gave Owen the opportunity to to try to scare the crap outta me. He did a poor job of it though. He grabbed a coffee and we headed outside to look at each others rides. Owen is the proud owner of a brand new KLR650 in brilliant red, and I was treated to the grand tour. It's a wonderful looking ride, but she sits pretty high for me.

When he's finally finished all of his mods it'll be a true touring machine. Though I think it would have been cheaper in the long run for him to buy a goldwing hehe. As he hauls a map book out of the trunk and we start to discuss possible routes a Triumph 800 pulls up. It's a man taking his daughter out for a ride. She runs inside pretty quick, but we stand around for quite a while and talk bikes. We laugh about how stupid squids can be "I don't need gear." And he spent a fair bit of time coming down on sportbikes in particular, but that's okay. I gave him some cleaning tips and Owen suggested a couple of mods as well. It was a lot of fun.

"I haven't been South East yet."
I cringe at these words because that's exactly the opposite direction I cam from. And it heads towards Owens, so every mile puts me further and him closer to home. I bite down on my tounge and gesture for him to lead on.

After a quick stop for gas, and for me to buy his old tank bag we're zipping down 50th street to highway 21. Now I'd like to say that this was a relatively uneventful ride but a couple of things popped up that I wish hadn't.

The first was pretty much nothing just a beaver or porqupine that wandered across the road and required us to slow down a little. From my angle at the bottem of the hill it looked like a deer head, so I really slowed down, but Owen just blazed ahead.

The second was partially my stupidity, partially a driver being an "O Ring". We were blazing along at just slightly over the speed limit when we come up behind a truck pulling some plywood trailor. I see a clear space and prepare to pass. Clutch in stomp on the gear shift lever dropping me from 6th to 5th, rev HIGH and dump the clutch, the bike surges forward. I see the driver look back at me and look ahead, there's a car, but I can make it. The truck is still beside me... I'm doing 170.... the truck is stil... "poo poo" "poo poo" "poo poo". Off the gas, clutch HARD brakes!!! Front end DROPS, get off the brakes tip to the right. Out of oncoming traffic. Car goes by. About 4 seconds of clearance, at highway speeds. My heart was in my throat for the next 20 minutes and I was cursing up a "procreating" storm inside my helmet.

We did manage to pass him safely though:roll: , I guess seeing that happen kept him in line. We pull into Camrose where Owen needs to use the facilities, I stay outside and clean the faceshields. Upon his return we discovered a fresh oil stain under my kickstand. A second o-"poo poo" moment in two rides. Several moments of frantic groping under the engine revealed no wetspots and a couple of burned fingers. Looks like I'm not leaking as even my kickstand is dry. Check the dipstick, then fire it up, still has oil pressure, but I'll keep my eye on it for the duration of the ride. Guess it came from the car that parked there before, I should have known as the oil was clold. But as we all know we don't always think correctly when we worry. :frusty:

Mount up and continue South, now Owen doesn't actually know this yet, but I nearly piled into him from behind. We come across a sign that reads, "historical sight of interest 300 meters." Travellying at 140km/h that actually requires some decent braking pressure, and all that I remember is him shrug then slow way down and pop out of staggered formation to in front of me. Ohhhh bugger, slow down, slow down, slow down. Gravel.. errrgh. Stopped with lots of space, but I'm glad I was watching the road and not the scenery. That might have been bad.

We also got to see a deer laying on the side of the road. It's a surprising feeling to find it's leg 50 meters further down the road. Ugh.

Despite the close calls we arrived safely in Stettler for a quick lunch. I had indicated that I wanted to try one of the smaller places, but we ended up at Tim Hortins. Which was actually great because the following conversation took place with my friends.
"What did you do today?"
"Rode 400km round trip to Stettler."
"Why?"
"Tim Hortons."
"WHAT??? There's one around the corner!"
"That would be the point."

After lunch we tracked back to the West toward Red Deer, Owen took me through some of the twisty bits which was a LOT of fun, I scrubbed some new areas on my tires, the chicken strips are getting smaller and smaller :D At one point he motioned for me to take the lead through a couple of long sweepers down into and back out of the river valley. It was AMAZING! I didn't even realize how fast I was going until I looked back and realized that he wasn't there.

After I slowed down and he caught up we pulled into Red Deer and stopped at another Tim Hortons where we met a really cool old oil-rig worker. He's been fired 4 times and rehired for more money each time. He lives to ride and won't let ANYTHING get in his way. He regailed us with tales of hopping on his goldwing at 3 AM to ride to Regina for pickled eggs. "All I need is my bike and a direction. If I feel like going on a ride at 3 AM, I go for a "procreating" ride at 3 AM." I hope to have that sort of freedom some day.

At this point Owen and I parted ways, heading home. He went West through Red Deer, and I went North along highway 2A, one of the few twisty roads in Alberta. 140km.h and the machine becomes a part of me. I'm flying, effortless passes carving turns, slipping around any obstacles on the road. As my friend once said, "we are the people our parents warned us about." There wasn't a car that could keep up with me. It was easy riding even at that speed, the wind had died off, and the tank bag acted sort of like a windshield, helping to deflect some of the wind off my chest. I can't wait to get a my windshield for this poor little naked.

Faster then I would have thought possible I was back in Leduc down 50th Street to get to 21 north. When I stopped to make that left turn however... I had a big surprise. My legs had stiffened up, almost so badly that I nearly didn't get my foot down in time. But, where there is a will... Left onto 21 and I'm gone. It's just a short ride from there to my house.

I arrive safe and relatively sound, surrounded by the stench of dead bugs. My helmet and jacket are a uniform spray of dead bug bits. Alternating colors of grey, yellow, red, and green. Nasty. I cannot see the backs of my mirrors, and my headlight barely works. Ugh, I'll wash it tomorrow! But I have to say I love that smell, bugs rotting in the sun, leather, and gasoline mixed into fresh air. Smells like freedom to me.
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#29 Unread post by Gadjet » Sun Jul 31, 2005 12:05 am

Nice write up Jeff.

You just made one slight error. The guy we chatted with at McD's in Leduc was riding a Kawasaki Vulcan 800 Classic, not a Triumph.

Next time, you pick the route.

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#30 Unread post by Sev » Sun Jul 31, 2005 2:55 am

I thought that we saw 2 triumphs, one at Mcdicks and one at the first Tims?
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.

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#31 Unread post by Gadjet » Sun Jul 31, 2005 10:47 am

Sevulturus wrote:I thought that we saw 2 triumphs, one at Mcdicks and one at the first Tims?
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#32 Unread post by Sev » Tue Aug 30, 2005 11:37 pm

So, it's been a couple of weeks since I've posted here. Apparently I've been gone long enough to get a private message making sure that I haven't wrapped my bike around something large and immobile. If anyone was worried, lol yeah right, if anyone was worried no I have not hurt myself or the bike in any way. In fact I've put a couple thousand km on it, fitted a rear wheel hugger and a set of crash bobbins. She's looking slick. Though I'm still waiting for the windscreen I ordered back in June.

It wouldn't be a proper post without a story, so I'll try to get this one out.

I got the second weekend of August off work, which meant that I'd have pretty much nothing to do all weekend. Now family is important to me. The only way to know where you're going is to know where you've been. Knowing where you're coming from gives you solid ground to stand on, something concrete no matter what.

I planned a surprise. I prevailed upon my mom to make a call on Wednesday to Lloydminister and make sure that my Nana (mom's mom) would be around that coming weekend. Assured that yes there would be some one there upon my arrival, I set out Sat afternoon with a wonderful tailwind and a lot of clouds.

The road between Edmonton and Lloyd is pretty much a straight line, but there are a handful of really wide sweepers along the way. Nothing that great, or anything that even really requires countersteering, just shift your weight to one side or the other, physics will take care of the rest. With the wind at my back I made some pretty incredible time, cruising along at 140 without any real discomfort and saving a LOT of gas. 250km on 11 liters of fuel and I've been trying to get up on top of the powerband as much as possible while accelerating. At 7k rpm's the exhaust starts to sound really sweet though it never gets into that crazy loud scream that seems to be standard for sportbikes.

Anyways I was shooting down the road passing as necessary and generally having a blast both literally and figuratively when I noticed something large in the distance blowing across the road. But... it wasn't moving quite the right way, it was definately moving cross breeze, and bouncing. As I rapidly approached I made out the figure of a coyote meandering his way across the road. Some gentle braking and some not so gentle horn action convinced him that perhaps he was better off vacating the area. I brought myself back up to speed and didn't think much of it.

The day was... cold to say the least so I didn't see a lot of bikes on the road, I passed a couple of goldwings, waving to both of them. I don't know if they waved back, but I'm sure I got some comments about "those nuts on sportbikes."

I did find one big convoy of bikes that I fell in behind for a while. It was a whole bunch of guys on cruisers and pretty tatty leathers, all Harleys. I slowed to their speed and took up a far drag position, keeping myself well back so they wouldn't feel like I was crowding them, and hopefully wouldn't make them to uncomfortable aboutmy being there. I ended up following them for 15 or 20 minutes and giving my neck a little rest, even with the tailwind it's rough on the neck to go that fast. After I felt a little better I popped back into the fast lane and kicked it back up to my cruising speed it was then that I noticed that just about all of them had the "Hell's Angels" patch emblazoned across their jackets. Made me glad that I hadn't done anything stupid.

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I pulled into a little truckstop/diner in Innisfree that sits up on top of a hill looking out over a lake and a generally picturesque landscape. I wished I'd remember to pack my camera. I got myself a cup of coffee and a piece of cherry pie. I've never had bad cherry pie, and I'm glad to say that this was even better then most. Well worth the stop. I got to sit and stare out over the hills with a nice warm cup of coffee and then watch the people watching my bike. I guess you don't see a lot like the hornet out there, but it certainly made an impression on some of the people walking by. I love that :D

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After coffee I jumped back on and beat away the next 30 minutes to Lloyd with Sentenced pounding away in my headphones. I made it to Nana's safe and sound and pulled up along the gravel driveway and hoped off. Over to the door ding-dong. I can't accurately describe the look on her face when she saw me standing there helmet in hand and leathered from head to toe. But I will say that she looked down again and then back up, as if to make sure that I was actually there. Then opened the door.

"Come in, come in. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I had the weekend off, so I thought I'd come up and take you out for dinner."
"Well this is wonderful."

I got her to show me around her garden, which she'd just had landscaped. It used to have huge flower beds, but as the years wore on it became to much work for her to take care of, so most of it has been replaced with bushes and grass, something that's easier to keep up, but still looks really nice.

So we called for a cab (at her age riding a bike is not an option) especially since I'd left the spare helmet at home). And went out for dinner to Bob's Place. I know it sounds like a wierd name, but it's great food. I had delicious fish and chips. While she had strainer... sorry liver and bacon with onions. I hate the texture enough that I won't eat it, but she loves it. We talked about everything from the weather (it had started raining) to school coming up, and what she had planned for the next couple of weeks. Because the area that she lives in is essentially a town within a city she knew a lot of the people there, and is friends with the restaraunt owner. When I got back from the washroom I caught the tail end of her telling her friends that she had a grandson who rode his motorcycle up from Edmonton just to visit her. It makes you feel pretty good to be thought of that way.

After dinner we played cards for a while and then read our books. She went to bed and I watched TV. Got in an episode of OCC, which I thought was funny (I don't have cable) and some show where they rebuild classic cars. Then I woke up, and crawled to bed. I woke up on Sunday actually feeling rested for once. This is a rare thing for me. I have trouble sleeping more then 4 or 5 hours in a row, and what I get isn't usually all that restful, but I was out for 8 or 9. It was a good feeling. We sat and talked over breakfast and played another couple hands.

The rain stopped overnight so it was almost totally dry when I woke up. Which was perfect. Nana got rain for her garden, and I got dry roads for my trip back. Nana seemed a lot more excited that I was there on Sunday then on Sat, I think because at that point it had actually sunk in that I was there, not just a figment of her imagination. We played cards later then I intended, so I took off around 1:00 and stopped back at Innisfree for lunch, grilled cheese and fries, with a HUGE thing of gravy. And of course coffee, you cannot go on a long ride without a coffee at least once, at least in Alberta anyways.

I got to fight that tailwind, which had turned into a headwind. But maintained my standard speed. This pushed my milage pretty bad. 20km out of town I'd burned 14.5liters of fuel. Which doesn't sound like a lot until you realize it only took 11.4 to get there. I pulled over early because I didn't want to find out that I needed 17.3 liters and could only hold 17. Quick gas up at outrageous prices and I made it home.

Along the way I proved that I'm not always the quickest learner. Not having learned from scaring myself with the Hell's Angels I again fell in behind a slower moving bike to take a break. I feel more comfortable passing then being passed, so if I need to slow down for whatever I reason, I prefer to do it in a group. I fell in behind a big red goldwing and followed them at a safe distance, stagered position as usual. That lasted about 20 minutes then I was off again, but we waved at each other on the way by. So nothing bad came of it. Come to think of it, nothing bad came of following the Hell's Angels, not that I expect it would, I mean we're all bikers :D.

By the time I arrived home I was totally beat. Riding at that speed against heavy winds, in the cold with no windscreen is really draining. Though it's not something I would have passed up.

It's not every day that you can go for a ride to make someone else happy. But doing so sure made me feel good.
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#33 Unread post by cb360 » Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:10 am

Nice to see you again. And as always - a good story. You really do write a nice narrative - makes for easy reading.
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#34 Unread post by Sev » Wed Aug 31, 2005 3:32 am

With my wrist having recovered from typing out the last story I think I'll throw out a warning to all those who wish to ride 2 up, and all those who are potential passengers on someones 2 wheeler. A bad passenger can make for a hellish trip.

Now, I'll freely admit that my first time as a passenger I probably wasn't all that great at it, but my uncle who took me out on his Goldwing laid out a couple of ground rules and common sense took care of the rest. I was 16 or so and scared stiff at the time, but his rules were easy to follow.
1) look over my inside shoulder when we turn
2) don't try to lean around the corners either with or against me
3) don't put your feet down when we stop, no matter what
4) what you do affects how the bike travels, try to move with me

This has become my codex for when I ride, with one small addendum
5) don't touch the damn muffler, it will burn you!

Well... two
6) if someone waves at us, you wave back, look like you're having fun

However, some people require slightly more instruction.

Travelling at high speeds with nothing put two wheels and a purely theoretically conceived notion of the physics involved coupled with faith in the drivers (riders?) skill can be a terrifying prospect I am sure. I mean there are so many things that could potentially go wrong you'd have to be crazy to not be even a little bit scared the first time you get on the back of someones bike. Especially if it is your very first time on a bike... With this in mind I adapt my riding style to make the risks seem... less risky. Lane changes involve no lean, acceleration is the same as the cars, and braking happens as early as possible etc etc take it easy. But, fear can make people do stupid things, and it affects everyone differently.

I'd been trying to convince a friend that yes, she probably should go for a ride with me one day. It'll be a lot of fun, or at the very least an experience you'll have for the rest of your life. However, she was carrying some baggage from her boyfriend who told her something along the lines of. "Why the hell would you want to do that? They tip and loose traction easily, they are difficult to control, more likely to be involved in a traffic accident, are more likely to be fatal, cannot travel under 10km/h without tipping over." and on and on and on. In short a careful mix of lies and truth designed to scare her away. Whatever, it's not essential to my personal wellbeing that she goes for a ride. So I let the matter drop.

Then one day out of pretty much no where I get asked if I would mind driving to the DMV and then the Uni for her. Sure, not a problem, but I've got no car, just the bike. Ooooo, tough choice, so we're off. I carefully explain the rules, and why we have the rules (all posted above) and state that we wouldn't be hitting the highway to start, we would take a couple of loops around the neighbourhood to get used to the idea of being on a bike in the first place.

Now, I should mention that this is not the first person I've had on the back of this bike, nor the second or even the third. But it is not a bike designed for passengers. Or if it is, it isn't designed for ones that aren't sure of what they are doing. The tail section is raised, a fair bit above the drivers seat which puts the center of balance a fair bit higher then it should be. The monoshock with raised tailsection essentially creates a springboard back there. Which comes up later :roll: Plus she's got a short wheel base, so it turns really easy... even if it's because someone is moving around or leaning a little to the side. I'm sure you can see the new rules being written as you read this.

So we gear up, fullfaces, leather jackets, gloves, jeans, we're both pretty armored, and feeling pretty confident. No, we didn't crash relax. Off we go, slowly around the neighbourhood, through a couple of playground zones so we get used to varried speeds and engine sounds. Then with no major problems we set out. Things were fine getting to the DMV, everyone was comfortable, or so I thought, and I was taking it really easy. Changing lanes was more difficult because I had to fight her desire to go in a straight line, however I didn't lean it over any like I usually do. We just sort of meandered over the line, then took up control position of the lane. Easy.

Upon arrival I was informed that passing was scary because changing lanes means we lean. A quick explanation of what I usually ride like coupled with looking at the small chicken strips along the sides of my back tired quickly calmed any concerns of problems coming up that way. I figure I've got about a half inch on either side that isn't used. Though I blame this on Alberta's roads and not my willingness to use it.

She took care of business inside and we set out again. Down the highway this time, at highway speeds. When trouble started. Thump, her head hits mine... fine, it's a helmet, she's not used to her head being three times the size. No worries, I was expecting to get clunked a couple of times. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap on my right shoulder. Huh? Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. I pull over. What?? I forgot to do up my helmet. WHAT?!! Okay, do it up, next time don't put on your glasses until you've put belted the helmet on (new rule). So carefully checking for any traffic coming up behind us journey onward.

So, the prospect of the ground whizzing past you at 100km/h with nothing to protect you but a little leather and a plastic bowl on your head can be enough to frighten anyone into motionlessness... my passenger was really still until, we came up on a red light and started the process of slowing down. At which point it became necessary to readjust our position on the passenger seat during which time I was slowing from 50-0 all while shouting sit still, you're shaking us. That's right I had a 120lb weight above and behind me shifting around. Now the bike and I together weigh 550 wet... if we're lucky. This is a pretty substantial weight to have moving from side to side. And suffice to say it was... unpleasant, but I got both feet down and no problem (new rule). A hurried conversation over my shoulder at the light informed her that this was not a good idea, as the slower we go the less stable we are. And shifting around doesn't make things any more stable, like you all know the passenger has a lot of control over how the bike handles.

So off we go again, same steady pace, and sedate riding things are going pretty well, until we get into the city and she starts to get bored. We stop and all of a sudden my back end starts bouncing up and down. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Bounce bounce bounce. Look, no, you'll dump us if you keep that up. Please just try to sit still at the lights.
"But it's all springy."
"It's also going to dump us, which means I won't be happy if you keep that up."
"I'm just doing it to bug you a little."
"I'm worried about you getting hurt because you want to bug me."
"Okay, I'll stop.

Like I said, some people have wierd ways of dealing with fear. And fear has a nasty habit of over ruling common sense. I love to ride, and I like riding with a passenger... some of the time. But the rules definately have to be a little more complex then they were. Let my lesson be your lesson if you're planning something similar.
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#35 Unread post by cb360 » Wed Aug 31, 2005 10:10 am

Damn. I'm sure she's a nice girl, but I'd put her on the bus next time.
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#36 Unread post by swatter555 » Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:46 pm

Yep, one rule I figured out very quickly when I started taking my wife two-up was- No wiggling around when we are starting or stopping. Either you reposition yourself at speed, or preferably at a stop.

Im also trying to smooth out the ride in general, my V-Twin SV650 isnt the smoothest bike in the world. Although, Im suprised it handles so much weight so well. I weigh 230 and my wife 140 and the bike still effortlessly accelerates.

Hope we will see you around the forums more, Sev.

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#37 Unread post by Sev » Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:12 am

I'll start by saying to anyone who is Canadian and happens to be reading this, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

And this... this has been the best thanksgiving I can remember. Epic one might even say.

It all started yesterday (sat) morning around 9:00 when I recieved a phone call from my best friend Russell. We're going to Stettler to meet his friend for lunch. She lives in Regina now, but came back for Thanksgiving and to go wedding dress shopping. Russell had arranged to bike 1/2 way so I was asked to oversee the operation of meeting in the middle (Stettler). Basically with temperatures being what they are he didn't really feel safe heading out on a solo ride. And me? Well I love putting KM's on the bike, so I couldn't not go! Besides Taren is a friend from a while back and it'd be nice to see her again. Plus we get to meet her Fiance :D

The basic plan was leave Sherwood Park at 9:30 and arrive at Stettler at 12:00 we'd grab a quick lunch and exchange some photos and then head back to Sherwood Park. Plans Change.

Anyways, 9:00 I get the phone call that says are you ready to go? I'm not, but I'm putting on my layers to do so. 2 pairs of socks, fleece lined jeans, chaps, 1 t-shirt, 1 long sleeved t-shirt, 1 windbreaker, 1 heavy hoody, 1 leather jacket, 2 pairs of gloves, a necky and my mp3 player. I also has some extra clothes in my tank bag.

The temperature was well lets be honest it was below freezing when I pulled out of my driveway but with all my layers it wasn't too cold riding through town to Russel's house, of course I was only doing 60, and it was stop and go traffic, soooooo what did I know.

9:30 and we're flying down highway 21 at 120km/h. Normally when I ride with Russel we do 110, cause his bike tops out at 120... but apparently he had it pinned the whole way. Half an hour into the ride I start to get cold. Really cold. REALLY REALLY COLD. Fourty Five minutes and I'm starting to consider turning around, this isn't worth it. At this point I start to notice something, I'm halucinating heat sources, the sun actually feels warm through all of my gear... at least where it's shining on me, but at that ambiant temperature coupled with that speed, any energy at all that hits me is going to dissapear into nothingness before I can possibly realize it's there. But I swear the sun was warm. That scared me more then a little. After an hour I stopped feeling cold, I was the cold, the cold was me. We were one and the same two entities inhabiting a single body, I can't explain it any better then that.

At this point we're about 12km out of Camrose (our first scheduled stop) and Russel starts pulling over. Typically Russel leads on our rides, because I have a bad habit of cruising at 140km/h. So he gets to set the pace. I think to myself, "Wonderful, he's cold too, lets stop and warm up." Nope, he's out of gas. 12km is long hike :D

I'll apologize in advance to everyone that knows this. I'm writing this post for multiple forums, and TMW is the only one that has any bikers on it. But all bikes, scooters included have what is called a reserve. Basically under normal use the bike pulls gas from the top XX liters of the tank, leaving the two liters in the bottem untouched. This is handy because 2 liters = 40km, usually enough to get to the next town and fill up. This is controlled by the petcock which can be found along the bottem left side of the tank.

So we pulled over and he switches to what he thinks is his reserve and spends 2 minutes trying to start it. I spend two minutes with my gloved hands clapped to the side of the engine, trying to restore feeling to my abused digits. At this point I pull up alongside him, and politely suggest that he turns it to reserve instead of off. Funny how things like that work.

We pull into Camrose and gas up and buy some batteries, meanwhile I'm sucking heat off the tank... sooooo cold. It's warmed up to about 4 degrees now, weeeeeee, still feels below zero while we're at speed. We'd considered stopping for a coffee, but decided we didn't have time.

A quick change to some heavier gloves and it's time to go again through Camrose on highway 13 to highway 56 which we take South to Stettler, those of you who have read my blog previously will realize that this is an exact copy of the route Whytegryphon and I took, the goodies never cease to amuse. I cannot say things were much warmer, but we did arrive safely in Stettler.

Now, it's abotu 15 minutes to noon, and we were supposed to meet in front of the Zellers. Stettler is a VERY small town, so we basically got on what I'd call mainstreet and rode from the East end to the West end. We saw EVERYTHING, BUT a Zeller's. We pulled into the very same Tim's that Whyte and I had visited so long ago and ask for directions.
"Is there a Zeller's in town?"
"No."
"uhhhhhh, WAS there a Zeller's in town?"
"yes, it's that empty building behind you."

So we got some coffee, called her cell and sat down to wait. Remember how we decided not to have coffee in Camrose because we didn't want to be late? Well we were 10 minutes early, and they were 5 minutes late. Ohhhhh how I missed that coffee.

Hurray, hugs all around, introductions and the works then to Smittys restaurant for lunch. Taren kindly bought for us because, "we rode all that way through the cold just to visit her." It took her and her fiance (BIG GUY) to keep us from paying our part of the bill. Apparently bikers aren't as scary as they used to be. At this point we're invited for Thanksgiving dinner at her mom's place in Consort.

For those of you not keeping track we're currently about 150km south of home, and Consort is another 150km East of Settler. Putting us 300 km away from home in temperatures that are flirting with freezing. But having gone this far we cannot not go further. We're going to be put up for the night, so we may as well go.

So we talk quickly with Brad who agrees to keep it under 120 for the duration of the ride so's we can keep pace. Apparently 100 on his speedo = 120 on ours, because he wasn't doin no 100. Chilled but not frozen we arrived in Consort for dinner, it's only 3:00 so we pull out the poker chips and play a free game. I quickly lost my shirt, but what else is new? Russel won of course. As the only one of us who actually plays more then once a year.

After losing at poker we pulled out monopoly (yeah, we're losers). But I was kicking "O Ring"! When we got close to supper time I owned everything from the first railroad to free park (1.5 sides) with hotels on everything. I was making a minimum of $500 per person per time around the track. At this point someone said, "I'm hungry lets call it a draw."
"WTF? No, I don't want to call it a draw, I'm winning!"

So it was a draw.

Dinner was not your traditional thanksgiving feast, we had fondue. Home raised angus steak (ohhh myyyyy GODDD! sooooooooooooo good), chicken, mixed veggies, cooked spring rolls, avacado dip, chocolate fondue with fruit. Everything was amazing. I managed to miss out on dessert by stuffing myself with steak and veggies. Really really good food.

I managed to lose $10 in poker afterwards, tried outlbuff Russ, turns out a King high (with nothing) beats the crap outta my Jack high (with nothing). All in is not a good idea when you're trying to bluff apparently. *roll eyes* at least I wasn't the first one out. We watched some football and everyone headed for bed. I lucked out and got a bed... well, technically I got a boxspring. No mattress. You learn to sleep with your weight evenly distributed, really tough, and requires you to be really tense all night. Not a LOT of fun, but fun non-the-less.

Breakfast was 3 cups of coffee and 1 peice of banana bread and around 10:30 we headed North on highway 41 to Whitefort? I dunno, the final target was Vermillion, we have another friend there and seeing as it's the same distance no matter what route we take, we may as well stop in and say "Merry Turkey Day." So we stopped for gas in whitefort? and carried on North. It was a lot warmer then the day before so we had a lot more fun. Plus there were some nice twisties and we got a couple of good passes in. The hills around there were REALLY pretty. I was thinking about stopping for a couple of pictures, but decided it was better to just push on.

We arrived in Vermillion and probably freaked out the neighbours. We rode up, rang the doorbell, tried the door, wandered around back, knocked on some windows, banged on some walls generally did our best to make it known we were there. Turns out she wasn't... no one was, so a note was left in her door letting her know that we were in the neighbourhood. Though we had to ride 200km to be in the neighbourhood. We're expecting an e-mail in a couple of days. Possibly with a heart attack attached.

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From there it was a quick Jaunt to the West to get home and arrive safe and sound. I've left out a lot, but I ahve to say it was an absolutely amazing weekend, and I wouldn't have given it up for anything, despite nearly losing various body parts to extreme low temperatures.
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#38 Unread post by BuzZz » Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:17 am

You little shiit, you rode right past me and never even called. Hell, I could have pulled your buddy along in my draft at 130 into Vermillion and saved you some time at least..... :wink:


Yeah, yeah, I know. You're still scared of the bike, bad lunatic with the purple bike....... :laughing:
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#39 Unread post by Sev » Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:48 am

It's funny, with all the time we spend talking you've never once dropped your number...

Else you can bet we would have dropped by with a 6-pack in hand.
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#40 Unread post by BuzZz » Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:58 pm

Well that's pisspoor plannin', innit? I thought I had.... no matter you'll have it next time. :wink:
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