Sunday, December 2, 2012


...sometimes my worlds collide. The world of biker, mom, cook, manager, middle ager, music loving, introvert are in a place where I have to be comfortably uncomfortable with the collusion at the collide. As my co-worker screamed his lyrics, my son contorted his face while keeping the beat for all and my husband rocking the theramin and tambourine, I was amidst a generational mix juxtaposed with a common thread. As the music united in beat the crowd rhythmically bounced and swayed as a tide ebbs and flows. Lyrics shouted by young and old, bodies crashing, drinks spilling and smiles abounding. There were the nervous...carrying their purses at the unruly mob. There were those with reckless abandon dancing as if no one was watching. As the room filled and my arms grew tired of hugging there was a sense of family in my heart. Seeing friends that we had not seen and remembrances of rides and roads together. Seeing connections among the throng and others that we had no idea were in this circle of our lives as well. I catch up with those in heart-ache and life change...encouraging their new found resolve to quit drinking/smoking/bad relationships/negativity. I celebrate with those that are moving on to new jobs/houses/lives....and although I am the description at the beginning - a mixed bag of hats I wear, I am well with it.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Last night as the wind howled and the fire warmed me I was content in the season. To awaken to a still morning with wisps of white dotted on the light blue canvas, I am restless at not having a bike on the road. I know it is cold...thermal underwear and scarves don't scare me at all. I do recall that gloves seem to be my problem in the cold...finger tips blue and unwieldy...but some things are just worth the pain. I will suffice it with a walk!

Thursday, October 4, 2012


The night is turning now. You can feel the cold, moist air penetrate jackets and pants. The sun melts on the horizon earlier each day. We enjoyed a ride by the river last week to see the sun sink behind trees. Photo ops and mint tea we sat on the edge of the Fraser marvelling at the scene. Donning scarves, gloves and thermal underwear is necessary, but the fogging of the face shield becomes a distraction. I am grateful our riding season isn't over. In a few months we hope to enjoy the Great Ocean Road on the other side of the world. The anticipation is exhilarating. Riding on the wrong side, dodging kangaroos and wallabies in close to 40 degree weather...this will be an experience!! I can't wait! Every biker I know wants two summers.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

side mirrors

I use my mirrors often. As I am braking at a light, riding through traffic, and just to keep watch on what is coming up behind me. I don't like the surprise of a roaring engine zipping past me. It makes me feel unsafe and unprepared. When I know they are coming I brace myself...not in fear...but just in thought. I have no idea how people ride without mirrors. They never look back - eyes are forward. That takes a lot of courage. Some have only one mirror. They just want to be aware enough, but know that not much fazes them. I am not one of those people. I like to see it all...clearly...and as much as possible. I adjust my mirrors, shoulder check, adjust again. I hate not knowing.... ...but...I also realize that I can be distracted by where I have been....I can sometimes worry about the semi there air in their brakes? Do they see me? Can they stop? I see others coming up fast and again the worry sets in.. and as I am doing this - I am forgetting to look in front - straight ahead. That is usually where the danger is. The road you haven't been on...the potholes you need to see...not the ones you just missed... Life and riding parallel so perfectly for me. Riding is an illustration of how I need to live.


A few times I realize I am in the wrong lane. Sometimes I just can't keep up with everyone else and I need to move over. Other times I am not riding at my own speed and I am eager to find that space to push past. I notice at times ego is involved. I am riding along just fine and a surge of something that wants to prove myself compels me to twist the throttle and gun it. The momentary exhilaration quells the hunger and my logical, practical brain kicks in. Lest you are watching closely, you might not notice the inconsistency of my speeds. He notices. "Why were you going so slow?" he asks? To which I wonder why the query... At times I want the wind in my face..and other times I enjoy the draft of someone else. Sometimes it is the destination that compels the throttle...For me this would be after 9:00pm as I am an early riser and my energy fades at sunset...I just want to get home. is the challenge of the road or a rider....and sometimes...I just want the adrenalin to kick in. I am trying to pick the right lane more times than not. The lane that I feel comfortable and safe in, yet still allows me to ride in a way that keeps the challenge in front of me. It might be good advice for us all.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

distractions I am riding I am working on a seed that is lodged in my upper left tooth. I had been eating succulent blackberries, the loveliest of fruit that grow wild in the Pacific Northwest. And yet, this tiniest of seed has been a distraction for me all the way home. My tongue is trying ever so hard to push and cajole the seed to no avail. All I am thinking about is this seed... Isn't this the truth...I have 31 other seedless teeth and yet this is the one that compels my tongue to it? I am riding and should be enjoying the wind in my face, and yet I cannot help but fixate on this seed. Quite the lesson. The seed is embedded and perhaps has no idea the peril it has caused much like the comments of derision people freely expel. The seed is all I think about at this moment - the focus of everything. Isn't that the way? The smallest thing can upset everything...change everything in a moment...a word, an action, a seed. We become fixated on what it has done to us... I could forget about the annoyance, have it fester..but those that know me well, know my intolerance for this. My goal is to expel the seeds in my life. I forget the vexation in moments...carving corners, passing cars....but it is not enough to erase the sensation of the lodging between my teeth. I am so grateful for floss...Flossing every day will save so much!!

Saturday, August 11, 2012

plan B

...saturday morning we head to the ferry...determined that although the beemer is in the shop we can still have an adventure. I am riding my 250, he is on the Pan and we are heading from Victoria to Port Renfrew. We meander past farmlands and roll into deserted roads along Spectacle Lake. I am in a groove - left right, left right scanning for scenery to take your breath away. Weekend traffic is just emerging as we make our way to Jordan River. We stop to visit a friend who graciously asks us to stay the night and we will all ride the Refrew loop in the morning. The temptation of the cool of day and the lure of roads without travel trailers and tourists was an easy decision. We head back to see a friend in Victoria but the 90 minute round trip left us depleted of energy and hydration. I feel stretched physically and mentally as I try to anticipate the impatience of drivers too lazy to spot me in their blind spot or just beside them. Fatigue is threatening my delight of the landscape - ocean views and vistas as we wind our way back to Jordan River with the sunset over the Juan de Fuca Strait awaiting us on a deck with frosty beer, soft black licorice and the satisfaction of a great day of riding. We awake early, dew glistening on our seats and birds chirping good morning to the world. We get to the main road and I cannot contain the excitement that has bubbled up to my cheeks and into a grin. I love the early shadow being the only thing in front of me.. I know I pinned it...the anticipation, my first ride on this pristine snaky pavement with chicanes and cliffs, waterfalls, aquifers and lakes dotting the road as fast food and shops dot the city. A '53 and '59 Pan behind I am loving leading the pack for the first part of the relay. Shifting up and down, eyes following the arc of the road - careful to look where I want to be...conscious of the vulnerability and invincibility the open road brings. Fuelled up on coffee, food and gas at the marina we are off through tree lined arches over gently swaying roads and on to Lizard Lake for the refreshment of a swim and a rest for our throttle hands...well at least mine. I am more and more comfortable with the timbre of the motor and the lean of the bike through a winding cee.... I love staying tight within a corner. I love to challenge myself - proving my skills at handling. The lake was refreshing and completely necessary given the heat of the day. We leave still wet but the wind brings relief from the heat...on to Cowichan Falls and watching people wade in the bubbling river looking for refreshment from the heavy hot air. We imbibe in water and shade recounting the road that jolted us at times with a cover of shade for a hole or bump unexpectedly. We all had jaw smashing and jaw clenching moments either from gravel strewn around a corner or a frost bump that reverberated up our spine. We hug goodbye to the '53 - he back to the idyllic quiet of his home, and us to the Malahat and Sunday traffic amidst tired boaters, hot dogging bikers, and drivers of different abilities and comprehension of all that is around. We avoid the speed traps and press on to the ferry. This is the hardest part of any journey. Tired limbs anticipate the rest of and familiarity of home and normalcy. The journey has been, I even say epic...and yet home is that place of respite I need to relive the road - the vulnerability and the invincibility.

Friday, August 3, 2012

..and sometimes...

..unexpected things happen like this morning... Right after the chuckanut drive of twists in turns we enter farmlands and there is a sound.... I am adept to sound..I can hear the cry of a child in the night in the dead of sleep...i can also hear the door open at 3:45am as another slinks in... I hear the wheeze of a baby and the ping of a cable throttle braking.. I think I listen carefully.. We are now in the side of a road unable to start the bike. It is a wonderful place to be right now. The morning sun is warm but not sweltering. A Kawaski stops to help..he spends a lot of time determining what it is not. He is using his iPhone and pulling up schematics..turn over the engine... Thank you stranger on the road...I didn't ask your name because I knew I might not remember... He works in the prison... Thanks!! You may never know how much I appreciate it...but I am grateful and hope that I will do the same for another traveler. And to the people who live on Farm-to-Market Road in Edison...thanks that we could tuck the Beemer in... And to the Artisan Cafe...though we didn't take you up on the offer to pay you later...I loved that you invited us to... this is rare unusual and should be noted to everyone... And to our wonderful son who got off work...brought the truck and helped us..what more can I say..? As we slunk through the border with the bike safely tied down I could not help but think of our honeymoon... A book could be written of that journey!!! My man is disappointed..he has planned Mount St. Helens for 3 years and kids, life and health have interfered.. and now... so has mechanics..

Highway 3 AGAIN????!

Yep...there are not enough roads to the places we go to change things up.... We are back to highway 3 that bends and curves and follows rivers... I am not feeling great....still recovering but enjoying the view from behind... Breakfast is our meal of choice and hubby is so glad that I am vegetarian and give him my bacon rations.... We were in Penticton for a wedding. Seated with family highlighted the difference in who we brother engaging anyone that would listen to his rhetoric on life.. we clearly do not belong here ... not because we are better or worse .. cool.. or nerdy .. we just can't relate to what is going on .. I realize that I love the road more than anything... let me qualify... not the road ... but the journey. He has no idea that I love that he plans the route for us... I love that he thinks of how we get there... I am the there person ... I completely trust him... I know that he is thinking of us... (ooops..this is getting sappy...sorry..) but as we are approaching a new stage of life... he cares that our journey is an adventure... he wants things to be thought out.... thank you honey.

early morning.

..and it all began last Friday...just after dawn we slunk through the border, down I-5, found Sedro-Wooley bound for Twisp. Twisp is the end-point of the scenic destination through vistas, verdant mountains painted with azure blue lakes at the base... I love the Cascade loop. I feel big and small simultaneously. I feel big because I feel part of something that leaves me awestruck....cascading waterfalls, forests and flora that are ever changing. I feel small knowing I am but a dot in the immense canyons and gullies. Moving side to side like the tide I am ever aware of all that I am part of. Tarmac cut through pristine forest and grassland. We arrive in Twisp at the heat of the day grateful for the river, fish tacos and the lull of the road by the motel. It is biker area...lots of chrome and fringe, wife=beaters and high-heeled biker boots for the gals poured into pants and makeup that are part of the facade. Behind the wraparound glasses and rumbling engine a persona is put on of tough guy. Rarely do I get a wave from them and yet if we were engaged in a conversation of any merit they would have the grin of a cheshire least if I noticed the machine that bolstered their ego... We are boring to say the least. We texted kids as we ate pretzels, licorice and beer watching the Olympics in London....but then again this is our respite from the stress of life... ride, eat, relax, repeat... We rise early knowing the sun will soon be scorching....through Okanogan to the Okanagan...I know you are questioning...but it is true....The one with the O is in Washington State...and the other is in Canada..... onto Omak without stopping at the Walmart...(previous blogs have let you know that more than once I have had to visit Walmart....and both times in Omak...I am NOT a fan of Walmart in the fact...I will go out of my way to avoid....but...if you ever want to have some rich fodder for a blog post..I recommend you visit the Omak Walmart....) I digressed so far I lost the momentum of the ride...the ride around lakes of glass where hills were reflected so clearly and not a ripple was moving.... In that moment of tranquility I understood fishing. The stillness and the power of the water juxtaposed with the reaping of a meal...and like biking - understanding the minuteness and vastness of the world at once.

breakfast @ the Acme

We breakfasted at the Acme Cafe...great food and beautiful decor....recently remodelled the owners mom served us, happy we had noticed the change. I eavesdrop on the couple behind as he instructs her on what she should do with her money - coloured with f-bombs and crappy wisdom he seems more to be prying into her net worth than her past relationship....He then tells his tales of disrespect at his bank and how he wants to take all of his effin money and put it into something less corporate... at the same time telling her to get a line of credit because she could get it for 5% right now.... He is 54 and she is 51... He has had 3 marriages...she has had 2.... and all this while Ken is in the bathroom... and he is complaining the effin server needs to step it up...he needs to ride. I also determined he has only ridden a few years...and she is not yet licensed but wants to ride. He encourages her to buy the sportster for $7k because it is an amazing deal and a great beginner bike for her. We pay the bill and they are getting ready to leave. I am preparing my iPod and watching surreptitiously as they awkwardly try to get on the bike....he dismounts a few times because he cannot even lift it up....twice he makes sure I am not watching.... I am glad for the black lenses. He is clearly flumoxed and blames her fat ass for not being able to get up. Not sure if he is referring to the bike... I am reminded how great my man is...not just because of the example...but in the moment that follows and unknowing to him...he is tender and you need a scarf...are you okay? he asks as I am still recuperating from a cold.

pause for reflection

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

following tail lights..

...and dodging bug splats on Colebrook Road last night just as the sun went to dim and trees and hills were a silhouette against the backlight. Dusk can be a wonderful ride with the cooler air and as the landscape succumbs to darkness...but bug splats...they are a whole different story... Choking up remnants of bug is worse when you are vegetarian, but I cannot imagine ever pleasant. His tail light obliterated by the squish of guts across the faceshield, I didn't slow down with the hope of escaping the nightmare of pelting legs and antennae. The sense of being caught in a storm on the farmlands and knowing as I wind my way up 125A I will escape the torrent helps the momentary discomfort. I have come to the conclusion the spectacular is in the extraordinary. The spectacular is in the unexpected. How thousands of bugs converged to hitch a ride with me should awe me. I will leave it at that!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Marriage is a lot like riding. There is a lot of commitment required; you have no idea where you are going; it is easy to get distracted. I remember those early days of marriage. The bliss at making a meal and shopping within a budget. We looked at the future with smiles. We meandered through muddy waters of others' breakups, witnessed uncomfortable fights and unruly children. We clearly knew where we did not want to go. We chose a road less traveled. In fact, our road was more like a path that we blazed ourselves. We were the family with all the traditional values of morality, love and harmony, mixed with punk-rock, tattoos and motorcycles. I have always loved the road less traveled. It can be lonely. It can be more vulnerable, but it also has the most amazing twists and turns and pristine lakes at 6 am. We have not always been able to take off for a ride...ballet, taekwando, piano, drums, school, concerts, sickness, seizures, heartbreak, and love have meant we waited for the next leg of our journey. We are mostly there. Friday our youngest will completed her last day of high school. Her journey has been the hardest for me to bear. She has always been our frail one. The one who missed her 1st and 6th birthday in the hospital. The one that missed her 10th grade for a brain tumor. Last night she presented her story in Spanish to us all. Bravely with a great rolling accent she recounted the story of her family. Her daddy, idolizing Evel Kneivel and the rest of us with the idiosyncrasies that make us who we are. Riding is a lot like marriage. You have to be committed or you'll crash. I remember to watch the apex of the keeps me focused. Slower speeds can sometimes bog you down and make you wobbly. You need to find the right flow. I love riding side by side with my man. The trust we need gives me confidence. He trusts me enough to glide through a twist as though we have an axle joining us. The thought dawned on me he could just have amazing observation skills like a football player watching the opponent for a miniscule turn of a hip....but I choose to think the former. Some roads will annoy you, as will the traffic, other drivers and the weather....but the journey...the wind...being and living is what it is all about.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Every now and then I realize I have a growth spurt. I liken it to reaching the next level on MarioKart or PacMan. The understanding of timing, gaps, speed, corners becomes sharpened and it all seems to align with gliding like a flow. It does not escape my notice that the cockiness I had riding two years ago should shame me now. I know now what I did not know....I know now I know very little. Racing - well it felt that way to me - through the rural road in perfect unison with others and yet solo, my awareness at the movement of inches, the flutter on the tarmac and all my senses heightened. I feel meant to tame a wild horse even if it is iron. There is a feeling of invincibility mixed with vulnerability. The balance necessary to keep my head on straight.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Shower

...I believed him. It is just a sprinkle he said. I have five minutes to get ready and out the door. I could see the ominous sky, but I trusted him....the weatherman probably said the same thing. We are off to an event in Vancouver, and we arrive just as the rain begins it relentless downpour. I have no rain gear..DOH! I have no long underwear! DOH DOH!! My gloves are soaking, my face shield is fogging up and I can barely see through the rain drops that magnify everything out of focus. The journey home I am cautious of slicks, puddles, drivers who can't see me, the Harley ahead that has no fender and is spraying - well more like shooting water ten feet behind his tire. I maneuver out of his path several times...but alas it is not always possible and my helmut becomes soaking wet inside as the spray comes in the vents. In retrospect it sounds like the most horrible experience...but, really - I was wet, cold and a little tired from squeezing the handlebars so as to avoid a slip....but at the same time, i realized that it was an experience that helped to prepare me for eventualities. You cannot live in Vancouver without getting caught in the rain. Note to self - rain gear is recommended!! Note to self - twice without long underwear is proving I am more a fool than I thought. But if I stopped riding spotting every cloud in the sky, I might only ride a few days a year - and that would never do.

Vancouver or Bust

I never mind leaving early in the morning. The sun isn't warm yet, but the roads are clear and there is a crispness to the air. I bravely did not wear long underwear forgetting that we are riding next to the water. It was colder than I expected and kept me fixated on the destination and mostly forgetting about the road. Ever in awe of the landscape that unfolds as we cut our swathe through the sea-to-sky highway where there are breathtaking moments of eagles soaring, bears foraging and the blue of the ocean moving in rhythm to the cadence of the motor. I am gaining momentum in the confidence department with respect to curves at 100k. My eyes dart to where I want to go automatically now...ignoring things that distract my wheels from flowing through the esses. I rarely intake nervous breaths or bite me cheeks on our return. The bike and I have an understanding and it yields to my movements readily now. My arms are now used to their position and I can feel my right palm is stronger than at the beginning of the weekend. We follow the same route home...Marine Drive and amidst the curving tarmac and head over the Lions Gate bridge. This is when I notice the wind's intensity. I was being pushed around and had little drops in my stomach as I tried to anticipate how I would be moved next. "We made it." Ken's traditional line at the end of a ride. It was the best 29th Anniversary I have ever had.
We are celebrating decades together in the village after the most decadent of dinners that shame my mostly natural diet. The dinner is Mr Noodles...and yes...still vegetarian....I had no more energy left to even talk to a server or think of something I wanted...Mr. Noodle was hot and it would go with the other crap in the basket at that moment. I was tired and really could not care in the least, though knew I must confess. For any that thought me worthy of any purity honorific...know I am not worthy.....In fact I ate a yogurt and fruit at those golden arches the next morning casting me into eternal damnation. But.... We pressed on. We enjoyed the village with the chaos of all the mountain bikers. Dodging many we propped on a wall to see the comings and goings of the gangs of bikes that paraded amongst the promenade. It was awesome to see youngsters going for broke - riding hard, fast, and yet in the foray knowing to tame it down and alter the ego. We think of riding peak to peak...or perhaps going up to the grill on top...but decide that maybe we should head to Pemberton, a town north of Whistler - and a nice ride. My energy is restored by a great sleep and we are off, winding through Alpha and Green Lake and the beauty of the road less traveled. And it is at that. I am completely and utterly restored on the journey. I have music playing and I am loving every minute of the curves. We ride along - sometimes side by side and completely in sync..and sometimes askew and wondering what the other is doing... paralleling our 29 years of marriage. We ride on do Darcy...cottage country past Pemberton and a road that I will never forget. It is on that road I felt more than joy of curves and wind...but the sense of being in control and out of control at the same time. We rarely met another motor, and when we did I felt bowed to, as royalty and a curtsey. I never have asked for that..and when it happens I am never sure the reaction I want to give. Darcy is wonderful, charming to us because of the serenity. We could have done anything there without being disturbed....just that kind of place...We head back on the charming esses that make us love this road...back to Pemberton for picnic food. Gathering supplies we are at Nairn Falls. It does not escape us that our son has Nairn as a middle name, the town of his great-great grandfather. Could we really pass it by? No... We take our picnic on a journey trek that says it is 1.5 kms but we find a place that meets our needs. A sandy shore amidst the trail that is completely idyllic. We eat and laugh and take pictures...smoke a pipe and smile a lot. I am getting tired now (bony arms and lots of throttle still) We head back to the hotel.... And...although again lacking energy we must sustain ourselves and so we head to the village of Whistler scouting food that will be what we need. (Doesn't that sound so dramatic!!! Not intended at all) Wait until I post about the ride home....

Whistler or Bust

The anticipation of the journey and, the destination were enough to disrupt my sleep. Waking at 4:00am buzzing with energy I knew it would be a long day. Bags packed, iPod charged, bike prepared by the man of my dreams and we are off. Me, to put time in at work, he, off to idle away some time until I feel ready to leave...a few suggestive texts and he is downstairs and awaiting the road. We meander through Vancouver, North Van and finally onto lower Marine Drive that winds along some of the priciest and most beautiful real estate in the country. The most prolific vehicle impeding is landscaping trucks that jut from the narrowed roads. There is not much traffic, and I am loving this trek. The ocean emerges as we espy a freighter that seems out of place in this luxurious location. A desolate windy road amongst ferraris and bmws that gaze on a rusted cargo ship. We twist our way to Horseshoe Bay and press on to Squamish. Bear in mind this is my first big trip. Bear in mind I have only gone 100k for limited times. Bear in mind I ride a 250. I say this to set the stage for the next leg of the journey in which my ears, not accustomed to the roar of the wind, nor the concentration of the mind for taking corners amidst the din...did this and more for a long time. I had no idea how hard it would be. Really. Honestly. That first leg had my skinny arms screaming for muscle, my ears begging for quiet, my tongue wanting a drink more than water, and my neck was so tight I thought it would snap if I turned it. Ever being the trooper I survived, albeit humbled. I am humbled at the skill it takes to concentrate on the apex. I am humbled that the things I was so sure of were whisked away at that moment. We break for food and my arms are buzzing. I am reassured to press on to Whistler and the awaiting five star accommodations which now boasts "diamond" status. The next leg of the journey I feel less dramatic about. I am in control, although an itchy head has me screaming for some device that I can "clap on"... I succumb and pull over which leaves my man wondering what has happened. I know he checks his side mirror much less often as I am at the side of the road a long time before I hear the timbre of his motor to check on me. I am nonchalant at now. I know my way to Whistler. I know where the Four Seasons is too. We press on together. Sometimes so in sync with the curves you would swear we are one. I love those moments. The moments when we hugs curves in faith that each will fulfill their end of the bargain. "Nerd Alert" that is something that is extremely gratifying to me. Riding side by side in complete and utter trust. Knowing that our lives are dependent on each other.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

May Long Weekend

They are out hugging the curves of Highway 3. I am certain that the beauty and openness will drink into her soul. I am envious but not jealous. Yesterday they wended through the Nicola Valley, roads that hug arid land and abandoned farms. The spectacular is constant at each round of the bend - perhaps a herd of cattle drinking at a lake or the immense tailings ponds that remind me we do not all see the same things of this land. They will follow the river along Old Hedley Highway today. The road has no dotted lines because of curves, but is also a road less traveled because for most it is the destination they are getting to, and not the journey itself. Daddy and daughter moving fluidly as one, enjoying the purr of the engine, the vastness of the sky and the wind in their face.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

I can't wipe the grin off my face!! We rode to 22nd to pick up dready girl and then to Ladner to Canadian Blood Services for her to prove to her Bio teacher that she in fact is not qualified to give blood due to her seizures, her meds, and the fact that they bleed her dry on a regular basis for fun..... We leave New West in search of River road in Richmond that wends its way along the river and attracts men in the tightest shorts possible with cute little sockets to boot. We make our way through the tunnel and are attune to the ebb and flow of Saturday traffic. We drop Mik off a the clinic to confirm what she already knows, and the man and I were off to the river to leave her watching leeches. We road along River Road in Ladner...and it never, ever escapes my sight that eagles seem to soar around me. It is a sign from Isaiah the prophet I am sure. With her duty done we ride home, realizing this has been a few hours in the gorgeous sun. At home we refuel and find our son - I suggest a ride at which he is enthusiastic. Any ladies out there might understand that 23 year old sons might rarely want to be seen with middle aged ladies....but he must have remembered the significance of the weekend as he was resplendent with treats and flowers as well. We ride along River Road, not Ladner, but Delta in search of a bike place. A few bikes pique our curiosity. We leave to refuel and to find another road that will remind us of the curves and wind. My suggestion of a road the follows Highway 99 has enthusiastic response and we are off - chasing each other - chasing wind and corners. More than once today I found myself smiling ear to ear. I feel incredibly blessed with the ability and the drive to wend along roads like a wave in tune with a greater movement than myself. The power of the weight of the bike yielding to my leaning is enough for me to realize that I love the physics and science of movement and curve as much as the wind and the velocity, ride on.....

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Montana....and the Sip n' Dip

We crossed state line before 8:00 on Thursday morning. There were no parades or obvious signs...I am not sure why it felt different..maybe the air, or the topography. Flaxen grass on rolling hills dotted with black steer were the only hint at life. No houses, barns, litter, nothing that indicated anyone lived near for miles and miles and miles. When I realized this I earnestly searched for something, anything that would show me Montana had people...somewhere.

We wound our way through roads...piloted by a car in construction area for more than 27 miles, and eventually made our way through some dusty farm towns as we headed to Great Falls. it is cold out there....and no..i don't have heated grips, a faring or a windshield....Not that there is anything wrong with that. Some of us just whiteknuckle things....literally. The setting was the same...wend around River Road through the bucolic setting that twists toward the tunnel. It is not a new adventure...just a ride ...through the tunnel east on Steveston and down to 6 road to follow the river home on the Richmond side of River Road. We rode into the sun that turned liquid in spots and seemed to drop by at least 2 degrees from the time we left. Clouds can change things in a moment. We are home now plotting our ride to Whistler soon. We get out there though....for the pleasure of the road and motor intertwining... (smile)

Wednesday, March 28, 2012


I was fantasizing again. Those deep, incredibly rich daydreams that capture your heart and mind. I have been hired to write of my adventure - whilst traveling across Canada, then the US, Europe and Asia. I am hired to record the journey and the side roads I meander down. I need a bodyguard, thank goodness...and actually, I confess that I need him as my barometer for the wimp meter anyways.

I am competitive...but I also need that push. There is a part of me that wants to be complain about a sore hip or a finger that has fallen off...but I wasn't made that way. I feed off the energy of the chase and the catch. So he will be with me in this dream..

Although I did not see a new bike...I know that reality would dictate one. I think it might have been a guzzi or bmw....

I want it to take me to Nova Scotia, through Montreal and to PEI. The prairies will be endured as will the big cities in the US and Europe....but it will be those roads where the view takes your breath away...the roads that you fall in love with the curves that wind...I don' t want to wake up.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sunshine and frozen snot!

..but completely worth losing the feel of my fingers. Familiar turf but you forget how great it is to be part of the vastness. A stop in Cloverdale to warm up and then on to get new gloves. I know how much of a nerd I am when I am smiling so hard my helmut moves....My favourite thing is the take a corner, side by side, with the guzzi. It energizes me to see how far my skill has come. I can't believe the trust he must have had in the beginning....I still feel there is much to learn.

River Road in Richmond was ideal. Nippy...serene and car free. How could I not smile. We stop to take a oldest thinks I look like a martian....big white helmut, two spindly legs. I could care less. I was content in that moment. River Road in Delta...and off to a side road and the reminders of landmarks I forget over winter.

Winter feels all about work...tucking in as the crocus push through the moist earth I remember there are adventures I need to set off for.

I needed spring!