Day 1 – Getting to Santa Barbara
The first ride of the season is a journey of acclimatization. You are reacquainting yourself with your bike, and with riding in general. You are shaking out the cobwebs, finding equilibrium and generally embracing the rhythm and balance of life on two wheels. As a general rule, then, starting out on an LA highway just before Friday rush hour on someone else’s motorcycle would at the best of times be considered unadvisable.
Day 1 – And So It Begins
We arrived in London yesterday. It was an awesomely smooth and uneventful flight (and we even got to ride in the new Air Canada pods, which was enormously cool). Luggage arrived safely, hotel transfer was smooth, early check-in actually happened, and I managed to get some shut-eye before having to pick up our motorcycle. Previous readers of these pages will know that this can only portend something being less smooth later on. I can only wonder.
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Day 11 – Home to Edmonton
Today, we headed for home. We had a slightly more leisurely start, giving everyone a chance to get some sleep. Mom and I got together at 8:00am for breakfast, while Dianne continued to get her beauty rest. She has certainly earned it. Read more…
Day 0 – Getting ready
Breton
Not exactly sure how the idea originally came up but I’m pretty sure it involved wine. Mark and I had been grumping for a while about the length of winter and the desire to ride. Somewhere along the way we started talking about doing a Ewan/Charley style epic journey and eventually landed on the idea of a ride across Vancouver Island all the way from Victoria to Ucluelet. Read more…