Hello everyone; another summer another motorcycle adventure.
After my trusty mechanic Jesse did a regular maintenance service and installed a new set of Michelins on my bike Wednesday morning, I said goodbey to Jane who had accompanied me to the shop, and started off on this years adventure which will take me to Fayetteville Arkansas via who knows where at this time. Those of you who have been following my annual motorcycle trecks will remember Jim, a motorcyclist that I met, along with his friend Derrick, whilw we were waiting out a heavy rain under a highway overpass east of Rapid City. Jim, who is also retired and who had given me some brochures about motorcycle riding in his home state of Arkansas, followed up just before Christmas with another batch of similar themed material, and a repeat of his offer to act as my guide if I ever decided to head his way. Well, why not! And why not earlier than in years past, especially since Jane and I are off for a near month-long trip to Berlin later this summer.
So yesterday I rode as far as Sudbury where I stopped and watched the Habs crush the Rangers (GO HABS GO!) and today, under a bright blue sky I made my way to Sault Ste. Marie where I crossed into the United States of America. I rode over the Mackinaw Bridge that's constructed with a steel grating covered deck that no biker likes. After the gut clutching slow passage through which I remembered the advice to ride softly, loosen the clutch of death on the handlebars, and breathe (it's a long bridge), I arrived at the Thunderbird Inn in Mackinaw City. After I get out of my riding dudds I will go for a walk and find someplace to have dinner; inside, because the mosquitoes are vicious.
I'll keep you posted.
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