I guess it's 32 km from the end for this year --but its been a great one!!!
masonjs at nrtco.net
Sat Nov 8 16:48:58 PST 2008
Its been a week and 2 days since I lied to you about it being the last
ride --I ain't sorry I lied and I'm not apologizing.
If you're feeling slighted well, I can give some of the advice my daughter
puked out after her first year of University
"You can kiss my ass --Not on the right side---not on the left side---
But in the groove baby, in the groove"
Maybe we shouldn't let them go to university.
I stole an extra 1800 km from Jack Frost or Old Man Winter this past week
and we got a real bitch of an Old Man Winter here in Eastern Ontario. Jack
Frost ain't a kind hearted soul either.
I had planned to get out Tuesday and was half dressed to go when I got a
call from the bush --no not an Austrailian pudenda or Canadian split
beaver - but a friend who called from a tree stand needing assistance
getting a deer out of the bush. Between the deer hauling, skinning and more
than 3 long necked MacClay's, the planned ride was posponed.
My ride was posponed until Wednesday when I made a run south to Sydenham
near Kingston. Desert Lake Road out of Sydenham was pretty wicked. The
night fog had left any shaded area wet. The kicker was the new or probably
late spring aplication of rock chip and tar. The over abundance of rock
chip had been pushed to the outside of the road and the staights and mild
corners were fine. However the tight corners (20 km warning signs) were
nasty. The cars had cut the corners tigh and they tossed the loose crushed
stone back across the curves making them almost "push your bike around" .
The round trip was a little over 500 km and 7 hours. I packed a lunch as
the temperature got up the 20C (68F) and ate it beside canoe lake south west
I had a close brush with death at Venachar. A deer hunter in a red Dodge
pickup didn't bother to look or stop when he came out of Tower Rd in front
of me. Fortunately the northeast corner had been a general store /gas
station. I veered right into the lot, down shifted hard and had to
accelerate to and slide left to keep from hitting the old store. I got back
onto the shoulder then onto the road and was ahead of the dodge.
I just gave him a Bronx salute and contiued on to Denbigh for gas.
Understand I had a bike and a Swiss Army knife--he had a truck and a 30-06
or 308 rifle. Discresion is the smarter part of valor.
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