Since today was mostly slabbing, a bit of a funny aside. Last year 4 of us were heading to the Trans Tiaga. 300 miles from home, Dana toasts her stator.. Bruce and I head for home to swap it out. Meanwhile, Keith and Marty keep heading north. they reach Sudbury, and Keith had arranged for some coffee with the only contact listed in the MOA anonymous book. Ironically, the gal was only in and old book and the one that Keith used.
Down to two riders, Marty decides to stay at the hotel. Ain't this turning into an awkward coffee engagement of just a solo guy and a female. Turns out that she buys an old BMW bike every winter to restore. This winters project is a basket case (literally bought in a few boxes), 1958. Those who know Keith would understand there will be no lack of merriment during the evenings discussions. As they part company late into the dark night, Keith offers for her to send her bikes down to Washington DC as the market must be stronger.
Fast forward to early spring, and Keith reconnects with her about the 1958. She doesn't return the call for weeks. Keith's heart dropped as he had found a buyer. Imagine his surprise when she finally calls back. Seems she was shaking off the dull winter by riding around Australia.
When she left for Australia, the 1958 was tentatively sold. However, the bike is back on the market. Keith jumped at the chance. It seems Washington DC is in fact a strong market, especially, when it's Keith that is the new owner.
So he's driving the truck and trailer up to Ottawa this weekend. After he's done with the roaming rally, he's off to pick up the 1958 BMW!
The Weimaraner is a cute dog. A dog that needs a job. Being otherwise busy prepping this week, she has more energy than she should. At 0400 she wakes from her slumber ready for a hunt.
The pack members (e.g Bruce and I) are not amused. Nonetheless,we are up now so let's leave. The plan is about every 2 hrs to be in a major city. Baltimore by 0600, Harrisburg by 0800, Syracuse by noon, and Ottawa by 1600.
We are worried about traffic in DC. However Harrisburg wins the prize for the worst traffic. And then comes the rain. And some more rain. We stop for gas and a nice cowboy tips his hat to us as he comments what a nice day for a ride. I think it might be a nice day if I was a duck.
Soon enough we start heading out of rain. The sun comes out and makes for a delightful day. A uneventful entrance through the border and we are quick to bed down in downtown Ottawa.
All in all, 601 miles was a a quick day.
Down to two riders, Marty decides to stay at the hotel. Ain't this turning into an awkward coffee engagement of just a solo guy and a female. Turns out that she buys an old BMW bike every winter to restore. This winters project is a basket case (literally bought in a few boxes), 1958. Those who know Keith would understand there will be no lack of merriment during the evenings discussions. As they part company late into the dark night, Keith offers for her to send her bikes down to Washington DC as the market must be stronger.
Fast forward to early spring, and Keith reconnects with her about the 1958. She doesn't return the call for weeks. Keith's heart dropped as he had found a buyer. Imagine his surprise when she finally calls back. Seems she was shaking off the dull winter by riding around Australia.
When she left for Australia, the 1958 was tentatively sold. However, the bike is back on the market. Keith jumped at the chance. It seems Washington DC is in fact a strong market, especially, when it's Keith that is the new owner.
So he's driving the truck and trailer up to Ottawa this weekend. After he's done with the roaming rally, he's off to pick up the 1958 BMW!
The Weimaraner is a cute dog. A dog that needs a job. Being otherwise busy prepping this week, she has more energy than she should. At 0400 she wakes from her slumber ready for a hunt.
The pack members (e.g Bruce and I) are not amused. Nonetheless,we are up now so let's leave. The plan is about every 2 hrs to be in a major city. Baltimore by 0600, Harrisburg by 0800, Syracuse by noon, and Ottawa by 1600.
We are worried about traffic in DC. However Harrisburg wins the prize for the worst traffic. And then comes the rain. And some more rain. We stop for gas and a nice cowboy tips his hat to us as he comments what a nice day for a ride. I think it might be a nice day if I was a duck.
Soon enough we start heading out of rain. The sun comes out and makes for a delightful day. A uneventful entrance through the border and we are quick to bed down in downtown Ottawa.
All in all, 601 miles was a a quick day.