For those who weren't here
last time, allow me to add a link
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For the 2001 trip click here.
finally, if you like to hear a good story guaranteed to have a happy ending try this
Well as I said I'm home safe and sound. It took me a bit longer to update the web
page than I thought. Normally I put the pictures in then write while browsing through the pictures.
They help me remember what happened and I
can put links into the story right away so you can see what I'm talking about. This time I couldn't access the pictures, though I could upload them.
So if the writing seems a bit more jerky than usual its because I went back to add stuff I forgot when I couldn't see the pictures.
remember correctly I said I would tell you about the strange and beautiful land of the Canadians. First of all there aren't many people living up
there. (They think San Diego is a big city and can barely comprehend the size of Chicago). this makes for a gorgeous country. Practically untouched by
humans. Even the plains area from Calgary to Winnipeg is nice. Where the same area in the US is almost all corn fields and cattle ranches, the
Canadians seem to be growing flowers. It's really very pretty.
Then there is the talking. I guess not having many people makes the Canadian
starved for conversation. They just keep talking and talking. (And yes they do say EH after almost every sentence.)
Everyone I met in Canada
was exceptionally friendly and helpful, with the exception of almost everyone I met in a bar. Hardly anyone talked to me in the bars, and most of
those who did were either rude or found it difficult to hide their distaste for us Americans. On the other hand almost everyone I said hello to on the
street would draw me into a conversation. I found that particularly amazing because I rarely talk to anyone for any length of time.
guys in the lounge at the Harley shop while I was waiting to get my brakes fixed. We just talked and talked and the next thing I knew the bike was
Back in the states (I was only grilled for a minute by customs) the people were still very friendly, but as I got closer to the big
cities I could definitely tell it was getting harder and harder to find.
In Canada I followed the TransCanadian Highway across Southern
Canada. When I got to Winnipeg I turned South and went through the corner of North Dakota. I didn't stay very long. It seems that a big storm was
heading East and I wanted to get South of it as soon as possible. Of course last year I spent almost everyday riding in at least some rain until the
AidsRide when it was unbearable hot. So this year was the opposite. Almost everyday during my ride was hot and when I got to the AidsRide it rained a
lot. We even had to evacuate one night into a high school gym.
The ride is over for now. I started with 24750 miles on the bike and I now have
33520 miles. Quite a long trip and my but is still hurting. The strange thing is when I was in Montrose Harbor saying goodbye to the riders I didn't
really want to leave. Of course I get to look forward to riding up to New Hampshire to see my little sister get married. And if I'm lucky I might even
bring a date along with me.
Until then ride fast and take chances.
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