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Saturday was a beautiful day, Andrea and i were heading into Picton for a mini vacation and dinner with some people from the xs11.com forum. I left work early and packed my tankbag with a change of clothes some maps and my trusty palm. (which has already eaten this entry once). I gassed up bluebell my 79 yamaha xs11 and picked her up at home she had packed everything she would need for 3 weeks into a backpack for a 1 day trip. Which turns out to be a good idea, i think that is how ill pack from now on.
We had to go get a pair of gloves for her in case we ever had to "get off" the bike as it was moving. Once that job was done we headed off on the eastbound 401 to put some miles between us and the stress of work and family in Oshawa.
The weather was perfect not a cloud in the sky and not overly hot when riding in leather gear (which is something i always try to do.). Belle was running great and the ride was smooth and fast as it always is. About an hour into our ride i noticed there was a lot of squirming going on behind me so when i saw the exit for Brighton I took it figuring a walk, water and smoke would get us going again.
The icetea we had was cold and refreshing and I gassed the bike up since we were here. Headed north on 30 back to the 401 east.
Is there a sound worse then a transmission eating itself?
Is there anything worse then pushing a motorcycle UP HILL off an onramp going the wrong way?
I will say bikers are the friendliest people around! Lots of them pulled over to ask if we needed help. Harleys, sportbikes you name it. Unfortunately a new trend seems to be taking off your passenger pegs! Everyone who had passenger pegs had a passenger everyone else had Just removed them.
I managed to push belle to a abended parking lot across from a abended coffee shop to cool things off (myself included) and think things through. I actually had cellphone coverage due to the 401 being so close so called hamjams room but of course they were all riding. I called the tip o the bay and managed to cancel our room without paying for it. At this point we sat down in the shade to drink a bottle of warm water and figure out what to do next.
I called around and found a towtruck company who said they would get us home for $150. I booked the truck and we waited. He got there and told me the new price of $350. (this is a game the bastards play around here) I decided to cut my losses and sold my baby to him for a ride into brighton. we were both hot as hell sweating like pigs and hungry after waiting for a few hours in the sun.
Is there anything worse then selling your bike for 5 ride into the closest town?
We lugged all our things into the closest a/c restaurant I could find and drank a couple glasses of icewater a couple of beers and ate a big dinner. All this time i had been phoning everyone i could think of for a ride home and no one answered or all told me to piss off. (time for new friends) The nice couple that owned the restaurant told us of a clean motel we could walk to so we grabbed our stuff which i'm sure weigh over a thousand pounds and started the 30 min walk to the Presquile beach motel.
The motel was an old roadside one that advertised free morning coffee and a/c. the rates were good and the room was spotless clean. Not to mention the owners were nice! Though i cant find a beach anywhere. After a nice shower i walked over to the payphone and got ahold of my friend who was watching my dog. I gave him the news and he is going to drive my van up to get us.
On the walk up here we noticed a lot of homes for sale and i think i know why! The trains run every 20 mins and hoot their horns the entire way through town.
As i write this i'm drinking a free cup of instant coffee and wishing i had brought running shoes due to the huge ache in my feet i cant walk 30 mins for breakfast so i wait for my ride.
Fu**ing tow truck drivers.
We had to go get a pair of gloves for her in case we ever had to "get off" the bike as it was moving. Once that job was done we headed off on the eastbound 401 to put some miles between us and the stress of work and family in Oshawa.
The weather was perfect not a cloud in the sky and not overly hot when riding in leather gear (which is something i always try to do.). Belle was running great and the ride was smooth and fast as it always is. About an hour into our ride i noticed there was a lot of squirming going on behind me so when i saw the exit for Brighton I took it figuring a walk, water and smoke would get us going again.
The icetea we had was cold and refreshing and I gassed the bike up since we were here. Headed north on 30 back to the 401 east.
Is there a sound worse then a transmission eating itself?
Is there anything worse then pushing a motorcycle UP HILL off an onramp going the wrong way?
I will say bikers are the friendliest people around! Lots of them pulled over to ask if we needed help. Harleys, sportbikes you name it. Unfortunately a new trend seems to be taking off your passenger pegs! Everyone who had passenger pegs had a passenger everyone else had Just removed them.
I managed to push belle to a abended parking lot across from a abended coffee shop to cool things off (myself included) and think things through. I actually had cellphone coverage due to the 401 being so close so called hamjams room but of course they were all riding. I called the tip o the bay and managed to cancel our room without paying for it. At this point we sat down in the shade to drink a bottle of warm water and figure out what to do next.
I called around and found a towtruck company who said they would get us home for $150. I booked the truck and we waited. He got there and told me the new price of $350. (this is a game the bastards play around here) I decided to cut my losses and sold my baby to him for a ride into brighton. we were both hot as hell sweating like pigs and hungry after waiting for a few hours in the sun.
Is there anything worse then selling your bike for 5 ride into the closest town?
We lugged all our things into the closest a/c restaurant I could find and drank a couple glasses of icewater a couple of beers and ate a big dinner. All this time i had been phoning everyone i could think of for a ride home and no one answered or all told me to piss off. (time for new friends) The nice couple that owned the restaurant told us of a clean motel we could walk to so we grabbed our stuff which i'm sure weigh over a thousand pounds and started the 30 min walk to the Presquile beach motel.
The motel was an old roadside one that advertised free morning coffee and a/c. the rates were good and the room was spotless clean. Not to mention the owners were nice! Though i cant find a beach anywhere. After a nice shower i walked over to the payphone and got ahold of my friend who was watching my dog. I gave him the news and he is going to drive my van up to get us.
On the walk up here we noticed a lot of homes for sale and i think i know why! The trains run every 20 mins and hoot their horns the entire way through town.
As i write this i'm drinking a free cup of instant coffee and wishing i had brought running shoes due to the huge ache in my feet i cant walk 30 mins for breakfast so i wait for my ride.
Fu**ing tow truck drivers.
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