We are back in hill country and have some great roads ahead of us. This area is within one day striking distance of Toronto. Breakfast is at Starbucks in the town square. The guys hit some of the stores for gifts for their children (and to check out the really cute sales clerk in the boutique).
Cipi needs to get home. His next week work take him out of town and he wants to spend a little time with his family. He needs to cover 1,000 km so it's a long, but doable day. We bid him a safe journey and he departs.
Our trip starts slow - traffic getting to the rural roads but once we get on the roads, off we go. The roads are a lot of fun, but also have many residences and traffic. The theme is enjoy the curves but watch the speed limit. We don't want to scream through the residential areas, risking cars exiting driveways, kids/dogs crossing streets etc.
Tom looks for more remote roads ... and we get what we wanted. The road is so remote, it's only one lane wide. It curves up and down just the way we like, but the surface is more suitable for a GS than road bike. I like it but Tom and Dave are getting bounced around and skid a little. We start looking for an exit, when Billy Bob Joe Bob In-Bred comes whipping up a hill, taking up the entire road, going Waay Too Fast and almost wipes us out. Had we been in a car, someone would have been off the road. We start beeping on the approach to every blind corner (and there a many of those). We are so remote that we see deer grazing at the side of the river and a black bear crosses Tom's path.
At a gas stop, Dave see's a huge turtle crossing an very busy street. He stops to rescue it and garners cheers from passing drivers. This snapper has a neck long enough to reach behind and try to snap at Dave's feet. He kicks the turtle off the road and we gas up. As we are resting, we see the turtle close to the road as well (suicidal or is there a female turtle calling from across the street?). He finds a Husqvarna grass catcher bit enough to hold the reptile and we cross the street to move the turtle to the swamp near the road. The turtle is not happy with our efforts and lunges to snap at Dave. These things literally jump and propel themselves during an attack. I kick him into the grass catcher and watch the sides of the thing bulge as it tries to escape.
Dave gets more karma points and we get back on the road.
Its getting dark and we are tired. Too much potential for making a big mistake, (and we are making little mistakes) so we rush to get off the road. We end up in Union Town at a nice Hampton inn. Have a swim and a steam, which relaxes the muscles. We make last call for a beer at the Mexican place across the street and crash (in bed).
Tomorrow is the last day.
Cipi needs to get home. His next week work take him out of town and he wants to spend a little time with his family. He needs to cover 1,000 km so it's a long, but doable day. We bid him a safe journey and he departs.
Our trip starts slow - traffic getting to the rural roads but once we get on the roads, off we go. The roads are a lot of fun, but also have many residences and traffic. The theme is enjoy the curves but watch the speed limit. We don't want to scream through the residential areas, risking cars exiting driveways, kids/dogs crossing streets etc.
Tom looks for more remote roads ... and we get what we wanted. The road is so remote, it's only one lane wide. It curves up and down just the way we like, but the surface is more suitable for a GS than road bike. I like it but Tom and Dave are getting bounced around and skid a little. We start looking for an exit, when Billy Bob Joe Bob In-Bred comes whipping up a hill, taking up the entire road, going Waay Too Fast and almost wipes us out. Had we been in a car, someone would have been off the road. We start beeping on the approach to every blind corner (and there a many of those). We are so remote that we see deer grazing at the side of the river and a black bear crosses Tom's path.
At a gas stop, Dave see's a huge turtle crossing an very busy street. He stops to rescue it and garners cheers from passing drivers. This snapper has a neck long enough to reach behind and try to snap at Dave's feet. He kicks the turtle off the road and we gas up. As we are resting, we see the turtle close to the road as well (suicidal or is there a female turtle calling from across the street?). He finds a Husqvarna grass catcher bit enough to hold the reptile and we cross the street to move the turtle to the swamp near the road. The turtle is not happy with our efforts and lunges to snap at Dave. These things literally jump and propel themselves during an attack. I kick him into the grass catcher and watch the sides of the thing bulge as it tries to escape.
Dave gets more karma points and we get back on the road.
Its getting dark and we are tired. Too much potential for making a big mistake, (and we are making little mistakes) so we rush to get off the road. We end up in Union Town at a nice Hampton inn. Have a swim and a steam, which relaxes the muscles. We make last call for a beer at the Mexican place across the street and crash (in bed).
Tomorrow is the last day.
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