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, equipment...no 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.
...man 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)