Only thing was... comin' back was rain... then some... Rain... and then, juuuuuust a lil more RAIN! :o)
I did have the opportunity to meet a few of the locals...
Though, one of 'em... a big ugly bugger... seemed to take offense at the rumble of my Raider... and started comin' over to have some words with her... at which time I thought it best to twist on that right handle bar... and see what I could do to avoid any more dents in the fuel tank...
Ran a few miles from Haines Jct down to Bucking Horse River for a camp... and found that I better "shovel it in Cowboy!"... before the next rain gets here...
Next morning, NOT having made a meal for an overweight bruin... I loaded up my soggy camp... and ran all the way back on down to Prince George where Kerry put me up another night...
But first... I had to stop and flush some of the Junk off that poor abused Red Raider...
This picture actually looks better than the bike did! Took nearly 5 dollars to chew through the baked on road crud... you just can't see how the crap was plugged into the engine fins and such... and she's still filthy... gonna take me three days with a bucket and brush to scrub her clean... once I get her home!
Kerry decided that I should have a Canadian escort, down to the border... so he's riding along for a couple days... to make sure I get there... and out of Canada!... Hmmm... and I thought they liked me up here! :o)
He led me through some fine, twisty, motorcycle roads where we... uh ... shhhhh... don't tell no one, but we kinda abused the Canadian speed laws! :o) ...
along the way we stopped for a break at a place called 108 mile ranch... where they've collected a set of old restored cabins and buildings from the area... dated from like 1908...
Now... this lil' store building is ok I guess... but... there was this HUGE freaking house... that I don't even want to Think about the work it took to cut the firewood to keep it livable though a 50 below winter! Ugggghhhh!
...then then a requisite stop at a roadhouse for a cool sip of... uh... Water! :o) ... and are now, sitting in our lil' camp in Barriere British Columbia... after having a chicken dinner at the little pub just up the way...
and guess what?... It ain't Raining! HooYa! :o)
Grab Your Handles and Ride!
Brian
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1 comment:
Brian, my friend, good to see you back up and posting. Seems like you have made a fine friend in that Canadian fella. Geeze, you have made a mess of that fine red bike. All I can picture in my mind is Heidi's fine red and black boots resting on your sholders as you rode through the mud and muck on that highway. Good thing she didn't come, you probably wouldn't have heard the end of it. Not far to the American border now huh? Be on the lookout for the escaped killer and his fiance/first cousin. Don't stop for any couple. They don't really know where they are, but seem to think they are up your way.
Be safe in your return home. Looking forward to more posts and great pictures.
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