ahhhh the morning is incredibly beautiful - there isnt even any mist on our bike seats.
clint is sad - he has been hauling this little 2.5gal gas can on the back of his bike since we left anchorage. for the last 2 nights he has been hoping someone would steal it - but there it sits to greet him in the morning. HA HA HA
it is nice riding on the freeways - the road is so smooth, the corners are built for bikes. The traffic isnt too bad this morning.
we stop to fill up one last time before we hit salem. there are probably 6 UPS semi's in the parking lot and it is like old home week inside the gas station. the 2 women running the place are calling each of the guys by name and harrassing them all unmercifully.
i chuckle at some of the banter - but im feeling like an outsider - i miss the camaraderie of the yukon territores.
Oh shoot i forgot to tell you guys about Frank. We met him yesterday in williams lake. he was riding a Boulevard - beautiful bike that i have never heard of.
Frank is in his late 50's with a quick smile and a contagious laughter. his home is in Dawson Creek - just outside of Whitehorse. a few years back he went out and bought a little 900cc bike - he has never ridden a bike before in his life. He said he put about 500 mi on it and went home and told his wife he was going to trade it in on this new bike and ride to Florida. "wanna come" he asked.
she laughed and said "Frank, you have never ridden a bike before in your life. I tell you what you go to florida and if you make it - you call me. I will fly down there and ride home with you"
his nephew made the trip with him - all the stories he told made me laugh so hard. They got to florida and sure enough his wife flew down. they all had a great time on the trip home. sure wish i could tell the stories they way he does, you guys would be rolling.
Frank would have been the last person that we were able to sit and chat with until we stopped for gas today. this old man came up and started talking to us, told us of a trip him and his wife took back in the 80's. he had a grey beard down to his belly. they were going to montana or wyoming and it started thundering/lightening they pulled off on the side of the road and knocked on this farm house door. the people wouldnt even answer the door. he said - "we just wanted to hide outside behind the barn till the storm passed" then he chuckled "i dont know if i would have answered the door either, we were probably pretty scarey looking"
we arrived in salem around 9am. sun shining it is going to be a scorcher today 80+deg.
clint is sad - he has been hauling this little 2.5gal gas can on the back of his bike since we left anchorage. for the last 2 nights he has been hoping someone would steal it - but there it sits to greet him in the morning. HA HA HA
it is nice riding on the freeways - the road is so smooth, the corners are built for bikes. The traffic isnt too bad this morning.
we stop to fill up one last time before we hit salem. there are probably 6 UPS semi's in the parking lot and it is like old home week inside the gas station. the 2 women running the place are calling each of the guys by name and harrassing them all unmercifully.
i chuckle at some of the banter - but im feeling like an outsider - i miss the camaraderie of the yukon territores.
Oh shoot i forgot to tell you guys about Frank. We met him yesterday in williams lake. he was riding a Boulevard - beautiful bike that i have never heard of.
Frank is in his late 50's with a quick smile and a contagious laughter. his home is in Dawson Creek - just outside of Whitehorse. a few years back he went out and bought a little 900cc bike - he has never ridden a bike before in his life. He said he put about 500 mi on it and went home and told his wife he was going to trade it in on this new bike and ride to Florida. "wanna come" he asked.
she laughed and said "Frank, you have never ridden a bike before in your life. I tell you what you go to florida and if you make it - you call me. I will fly down there and ride home with you"
his nephew made the trip with him - all the stories he told made me laugh so hard. They got to florida and sure enough his wife flew down. they all had a great time on the trip home. sure wish i could tell the stories they way he does, you guys would be rolling.
Frank would have been the last person that we were able to sit and chat with until we stopped for gas today. this old man came up and started talking to us, told us of a trip him and his wife took back in the 80's. he had a grey beard down to his belly. they were going to montana or wyoming and it started thundering/lightening they pulled off on the side of the road and knocked on this farm house door. the people wouldnt even answer the door. he said - "we just wanted to hide outside behind the barn till the storm passed" then he chuckled "i dont know if i would have answered the door either, we were probably pretty scarey looking"
we arrived in salem around 9am. sun shining it is going to be a scorcher today 80+deg.
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