Thursday, July 10, 2014

Camping at St Georges de Beauce

We started the morning with a walk in Sherbrooke. Then drove to Lac Megantic where there is still a gaping hole from the train derailment last year. We walked along the new boardwalk that was built to let people view the site.
Later, we continued to Beauceville, and found a tent site at Domaine de la Riviere, beside the Chaudiere river. At night we went to St Georges de Beauce, and had a local beer and salmon and capers pizza.

Everyone we encountered has been friendly and super helpful. Scenery is beautiful. Weather perfect.

If I had to pick a favourite, it was the girl at the campground desk, who drove us around in a golf cart to show us the available tent sites.




Wednesday, July 9, 2014

End of Day Two: Sherbrooke

Our first day ended in Kingston Ontario. We had rain most of yesterday  afternoon and found a motel instead of camping. This  morning was sunny. We sat in comfy chairs on the lawn and ate cereal for breakfast. For the rest of today we travelled on surface roads (ie not freeways), due to popular request. As soon as we reached Quebec, we exited the freeway at Beaudette, then went through Valleyfield, Ormstown, Venise-en-Quebec, Waterloo, Magog, and here we are at the motel La Marquise between Sherbrooke and Lennoxville.

So we are in a motel again. We didn't get here until 8:30, and we are both too tired to set up a tent. Some of you may think we are wimping out (i.e. you, Marion W.)   According to popular demand, we don't need any excuses to get a motel. And I agree with her.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Lost and Burgie Go East

On Tuesday July 8, 2014, our trip will continue.  In 2012 Mary Ann and I went from Kitchener, Ontario to Victoria BC, and returned in 6 weeks.  This summer we are taking the same two bikes ("Lost", the Kawasaki Vulcan 900, and "Burgie", the Suzuki Burgman 400) from Kitchener to St. John's Newfoundland and back.

On the way we hope to visit the Gaspe peninsula, the  province of Prince Edward Island, the Magdalene Islands, and the island of Newfoundland.  This trip will be "Lost and Burgie Go West Part 2" or "This time it's East".  It is a good finish to the "Go West" trip, because in 2012 we turned back at Victoria, BC, and this time we turn back at St John's Newfoundland, the other end of the Trans Canada Highway..

What is the Trans Canada Highway?

The Trans Canada Highway, completed in 1971, is a confusing bit of road.   It is mostly numbered highway 1, but Quebec and Ontario give it other number designations.  There are branches off the Trans-Canada, and alternate routes that may or may not call themselves the Trans Canada Highway.  Looking at Wikipedia, I see a map showing a northern Trans-Canada through British Columbia that ends on the Queen Charlotte Islands (Which apparently now are named Haida Gwaiai)  I also see a loop that runs up to Baie Comeau (my home town) and back.  I have no idea why that loop was included, except to confuse people.  Or maybe one day they plan to extend that road to Newfoundland or Labrador.  Kitchener, Ontario is not on the Trans Canada.  And neither is Toronto, Canada's largest city.

Another surprising fact from Wikipedia is that the main Trans-Canada has Tesla charging stations along it's length, allowing an electric car like the Tesla to drive from Victoria to St John's.

On the subject of  Victoria and St. John's,  these two cities represent the original western and eastern ends of the Trans Canada Highway.  So even though we are not following the Trans Canada, and actually we are mostly trying to avoid it, they still make good end points for the trip.  Better than Kitchener, anyway.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Still Using a Pencil in 21st Century


Last summer on our two-bike travel out to the west coast, we took along two new electronic "toys": the Android phone and a bike-to-bike bluetooth communicator. So basically I went from the eighties into the 21st century on this trip.  And it was actually fun and probably safer too.

The main reason I took the Android phone and helmet communicator along was to enhance the safety of the trip. But each of these devices offered a huge variety of functions, many more than I would want to use while riding. I did some experimenting before the trip, and settled on a safe way to enjoy the motorcycling experience, while getting some valuable use out of the devices.

The Scala Rider communications headset was actually capable of interacting with the Android phone, doing such tasks as answering phone calls, dialing the phone through voice commands, playing music from the Android device, and piping the Navigator commands through the earphones.  I decided that none of those functions were important enough to me to risk fiddling with on the road.  It's not that they weren't easy to use - just not easy enough to be safe.  And in my opinion these capabilities did not contribute enough extra safety to the ride to compensate for the extra fiddling that would be required.

All I wanted from the Scala Rider was simply to be able to speak with Mary Ann while we were riding, so that we didn't get lost or separated, and so that we could warn each other of situations.  The Scala headset was capable of doing this job with a minimum of fiddling. Mostly it involved turning the devices on or off, adjusting the volume, putting the headset in standby mode to save the batteries, or putting it back to ready mode to communicate.  We also needed to adjust the microphone position as it was very critical and sometimes got bumped while riding.  Once I set the volume to hear through my earplugs, the device could adjust the volume itself to compensate for background noise at speed. But a few times I put on the helmet without earplugs, and I just about jumped off the bike when Mary Ann said something to me with the volume set on max.

I would put the communicator device on standby when we didn't need to talk. But even out in the middle of nowhere, we would occasionally see something that we wanted to talk about, for example the dust devils in Washington state.  Either one of us could put both devices on standby or reactivate them at the touch of a button on the helmet pod.  It was quite simple, although there was a few seconds time delay.  Ironically the buttons were much easier than the hands-free "voice activation" system that required major amounts of yodelling or funny noises to finally get it to work.  Anyway, Mary Ann left that job mostly to me once she discovered how tricky the voice activation was.  The batteries were good enough that we could ride for a day always in active mode, and a couple of days if we using the battery saving standby mode.

There are many motorcycle handlebar mounts available for Android phones.  Apparently riders use these things while riding, which I think is a bit dangerous.  I have seen many of the arguments on rider forums, and usually it comes down to the fact that some people think it's as safe as talking on the phone.  Simply put, I disagree with with using phones while riding, and surfing the internet is no better.  So I would only feel safe if these things truly provided minimal distraction, while providing maximum safety.

Safety, in my mind, partly depends on navigation.  When you get lost, and are driving around looking for the correct road, you are not as safe as you could be if you simply knew where you needed to go.  So a good navigation aid that does not distract while riding is a safety feature. If I needed some navigation, I used the Android phone and Google maps before getting on the bike.  Usually in the motel or campsite, I would check out the route and write down large step by step turns on notepaper, which I then put in the tank bag's clear map pocket. I don't even like looking at paper maps while riding.  But step by step instructions, can be seen clearly in less than one second, are helpful.  Usually I write the route number or road name and L,S, or R. (left straight  or right). I don't often get lost that way, and when I do, I pull over and check Google maps on the Android phone.

Google maps was really impressive a few times, for example coming out of the Norwood Hotel in Winnipeg, which was on a one-way street going the wrong direction.  It routed me down a back alley out of the parking pot and back to a street going the right direction to get on the Trans-Canada going west.  I would never have seen that even on a detailed city map (which I didn't have anyway).  I didn't even see the alley while standing in the parking lot (at first).

I also wanted the Android phone for weather radar and weather forecasts.  I usually checked the weather in the morning before setting out.  But while on the road, I would pull over onto a side street and stop if I saw some unexpected dark clouds.  The phone was always carried next to my wallet and passport, and I only let the phone out of my sight when I was recharging it.  The neatest thing about the Android phone weather apps (I used "The Weather Network" app mostly) was that they would show your position on a map with both the roads and the current precipitation.   A few times I or Mary Ann would be tempted to just scroll the weather map around to see where we were and where we were headed.  But the weather map is not an ideal replacement for good old Google maps, because the scrolling speed is very slow due to the precipitation download (I guess).

The weather radar did not prevent us from getting wet once.  It only rained three times on our trip, because of a record setting drought.  But one of those times, it was a sudden thunderstorm that hit at rush hour while we were on the Malahat highway coming into Victoria.  It's a narrow mountain pass type of road with no safe places to pull over, and so I just kept going until we reached the first traffic light.  Then I tried a left turn into a gas station, but the left turn traffic light refused to work, so we got soaked before deciding to continue on to the next intersection.  Altogether, I guess it was not a brilliant test of the radar weather app, but I am still looking forward to using it again if we go east, where I'm sure it will get a proper test.  It is very useful to help judge when to put on a rainsuit, and when to take it off.

It was also handy to have a cell phone a few times, and I've never even used one of those while motorcycling.  It's also a good emergency device.  And the Android cell phone's camera was also very handy, as it was almost always with us.  If I could have seen all this electronic stuff in action twenty years ago, I would have been very impressed.

Picture: Mary Ann in BC using a pencil despite the modern technology available.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Vacation is not Over Until I Decide it's Over


An important part of our motorcycle trip to BC in 2012 was being open to new experiences.  By that, I mean you just do things, without really knowing what to expect, then see what happens.  If you have the right attitude, good things will happen.  If you don't, well, you know.  One example would be the Motorcycle Show last Friday.  It started 2 hours later than we expected, so we went for a walk outside and found free beer being served across the street.  I never would have imagined it, but that's what you get for just going to see what's there, and taking advantage of what's on offer.

Today we made another attempt at being open to new experiences, and it also worked out better than we could hope for.  I wanted to go to Zdeno's to buy some pant clips, and Mary Ann decided to come along, and we would also have a coffee at the Tim Hortons next door, then we planned drive over to the new bridge that was just completed in Fairway Road, and hike the trail that goes under it, and do some bird watching.  (We did not know at the time that this portion of the trail was still blocked by construction, but that's not important now).  So I got my pant clips, and we headed out of Zdeno's parking lot to go for coffee at Timmie's right next door.  But that meant a left turn onto a busy four lane road, so Mary Ann suggested that we go right instead, and see if we could find a small cafe in the nearby village of Breslau, since we were eventually heading to Breslau anyway.  Just as I suspected, there was nothing in Breslau but a take out pizza place, so we were stumped for a few seconds until I remembered the restaurant at the airport, just a bit further down the road.  Neither one of us had ever been to the Waterloo-Wellington Airport restaurant before.  When we got there, all the free restaurant parking spots were taken, and Mary Ann was not keen on paying for parking in addition to paying for coffee.  So I began to back out of my temporary turnaround spot, and suddenly I almost hit a pickup truck.  He came out of nowhere, I thought.  As I looked around to see where he really did come from, Mary Ann noticed one of the free parking spots was suddenly empty.  So that's where he came from.  We took the spot, and went in for coffee and cake.  Their outdoor patio next to the runway was closed due to cold weather.  So we sat inside beside the windows and observed the bustle of small plane traffic.  It turns out that Dec. 12, 2012, is a "Fly-out" day according to the Internet.  So that's why there were so many takeoffs and landings.  Then I saw a stubby red biplane taxi past our window, piloted by an older man (I think).  I was interested to see if this ungainly thing would be able to get off the ground, so I watched him taxi toward the other end of the runway, until he was out of sight.  I waited quite a long time for him to come back, knowing that he had to turn back into the wind to take off.  That's what all the other planes were doing.  Just when I had about given up, I saw a stubby red biplane shoot straight up vertically from behind the fence blocking our view to the right. Then he spent about 20 minutes doing rolls, dives, flying upside down, and a bunch of other tricks that I don't think have names.  The whole acrobatic show was right in front of our window, but not so close that I was actually worried for our lives.  Although I'll admit I was a bit worried for his.  We also had Mary Ann's bird watching binoculars along, which gave us an even better view.

So was our experience this afternoon good luck alone, or did the right attitude help?  I think we had a lot of practice this summer in improvising our vacation experiences, and it's likely that this practice is still helping us have an interesting time in normally uninteresting places.  It's kind of like this: you just dive into a new situation, even if you suspect this is going to be a colossal waste of of time.  Then regardless of the fact that some things you hoped for didn't happen, just keep an eye out for something really interesting to turn up, even if nobody else seems to be interested in it.  For example, at the restaurant we were the only people watching the air show.

Picture: I think this might be the plane we saw this afternoon.  I got the picture from this web page

http://www.ladieslovetaildraggers.com/hella-comat-ontario-canada/

Sunday, November 18, 2012

About Getting the Very Best Equipment


Admittedly, there is a good feeling that you can get by owning the very best.  When you know that you have paid top dollar for a recognized upscale brand.   This feeling happens in motorcycling as often as anything else, and this feeling can be addictive.  However, it can become a treadmill where you are putting out a lot of money for not much extra value.  This can happen where you have already laid out a large sum for a top quality piece of gear, then find out that something better has come along.  To get those few extra little improvements, you need to pay for the whole thing all over again.

I was kind of thinking that last week when I saw that there is a new version of my helmet on the market.  I have a Scorpion EXO1000 helmet. While it is a very good helmet, apparently it is now obsolete.  There is now an EXO1100 helmet, with several improvements.  One significant improvement is the weight - it weighs about 4 ounces less than the EXO1000.  That may actually be the only significant improvement, and it comes with a change of test standards.  While the old EXO1000 was Snell approved, the new one apparently no longer can pass the Snell test, and is now qualified under a different test system, which we are assured is "just as good as Snell".   I'm not too much of a believer in these tests anyway, I figure if it passes DOT it's OK by me.  (Except that the Department of Transport does not actually conduct the tests, it's on an honour system, but oh well what can you do.)  One way the new helmet seems to have shed a bit of weight is by reducing the size of the chinbar.  That may be a good thing or it might not be.

Now to get back to the main idea of this blog, which is, do I shell out another $400 to lose four ounces, or do I save a bit of space in the landfill and keep wearing the scratched and dented 2 year old helmet?  I'm keeping it, but not as is. I reduced its weight by about half an ounce by cutting off the old d-rings that I don't use any more since I bought a quick release catch.  And another half ounce of dirt from our six week summer trip might have come out when I washed the liner in the sink. And a tenth of an ounce by removing the clunky scorpion logo.

As bad as it seems to waste $400 just to have the latest helmet, it can be worse with motorcycles.  Last year's $20,000 motorcycle suddenly becomes unattractive when a new model appears with more power, more cylinders, new colour schemes, bluetooth electronics etc.  The only silver lining is that at least you can sell the old motorcycle, and recoup some losses.  (Helmets are much harder to sell.)

Funny thing is, it's all in your head.  Because if you didn't know that there was this new helmet, or jacket, or motorcycle, you wouldn't feel bad.  The way I play it safe is that I try to avoid being addicted to having the very best.  Instead, I try to get addicted to having the most sensible.  Most of the time, anyway.  I know it doesn't always work, but I start with the big ticket items like a house.  I tell myself this house is sensible, I will save money on a house to buy a kick ass car.  Then when I need to buy a car, I get a sensible Toyota Matrix without an air conditioner, and tell myself that's OK because when it's hot outside I'll be riding my new $30,000 BMW six cylinder touring bike, that I bought with the money saved buying the car.  But when I go to get the bike, instead of the Beemer, I opt for a sensible Kawasaki 900 with windshield and non-lockable saddlebags.  Thinking I will use the money saved for a top quality helmet.  Then instead of getting an Arai for $999.97, I go for a Scorpion EXO1000.  And just when I'm getting those warm fuzzy feelings of having a good quality helmet with all kinds of bells and whistles (even though I don't need them and they weigh a ton), along comes the Scorpion EXO1100.

Now finally I can see why rich people think they need to make $10,000,000 per year just to make ends meet.  I just noticed a very nice jacket and pants combo for motorcycle adventure touring (Hey, that's my type of touring!)  at Crazy Al's in London Ontario.  But then I noticed the price.  Oooops.

http://www.bikerleathers.ca/klim-adventure-rally-2-piece-suit-blue-light-grey-kl12-059/ 


Picture: "The Long Way Down" stars Ewan MacGregor and Charley Boorman with all their expensive stuff.  (Arai helmet, Belstaff jackets, BMW adventure touring bike, and much more.  Even their neck scarves are about $25)  It's great to be a movie star.  And even better, when they get some of that stuff for free because the movie (titled "The Long Way Down") that they are filming about the trip will help other people decide to buy the same helmets, jackets, or gloves.  I'll bet KTM wished they had provided the bikes for the first trip.  Instead KTM turned down Ewan and Charley, and BMW stepped in to provide the bikes.

http://www.justjared.com/photo-gallery/183131/ewan-mcgregor-long-way-down-11/

Monday, November 12, 2012

Yes I have Taken Trips Without My Motorcycle


I got asked the question once, about going on vacation.  Do I ever take a vacation without riding my motorcycle?  Well, yes, I have taken vacations without my motorcycle, and in my opinion it is not an improvement.

In the summer of 1971, I flew to Dakar, Senegal, and left my motorcycle at home.  I could have driven there, as I was living in Sierra Leone.  I just looked it up on Google Maps, and apparently today it would be 1484 km, in a time of 18 hours and 41 minutes.  But 40 years ago,  sure it would have been three times as far - with the country of Guinea blocking the way.  Back then, Guinea was like North Korea today. So going around Guinea would have made the trip 2596 km, and 43 hours.  And allowing for the roads of 1971, that may add up to several weeks, if I made it at all.  All along the way, it would have been a problem finding restaurants, gas stations, or hotels.  Fighting poisonous snakes, malarial mosquitos, getting lost without a map, stopped for days at border crossings.  And the biggest threat of all was crashing my motorcycle so far from medical assistance.

So I didn't even consider taking my Honda CD175, and I booked a trip that went by air from Freetown Sierra Leone to Dakar, Senegal.  Then a train ride from Dakar to Bamako, Mali.  And finally another airplane from Bamako back to Freetown.  I figured this would be an easy way to make the trip, but when the trip was over, I wondered if the motorcycle might have been easier and more fun.

I guess it started OK, a simple flight to Dakar, got off the plane and took a taxi to a downtown hotel.  Stayed about ten days and enjoyed the sophisticated French colonial city with outdoor cafes, markets, and historical sights.  I made two trips to visit the island of Goree, an infamous slave trading stop off.  The trouble started when I took the train to Bamako. I was expecting to spend the weekend in Bamako, then board my flight early Monday morning.  But first, the train broke down in the middle of the desert.  I was travelling third class, which admittedly, in hindsight, was stupid.  In third class you are not guaranteed a seat, and even if you get one, it is only a wooden bench.  All this to save the equivalent of about ten bucks.  But then I had counted on the advice of a fellow CUSO volunteer from Sierra Leone who had made the train trip first class, and according to him it was not worth the extra money.  Being only 22 years old, I guess I was not smart enough to ask "So do you have even the foggiest idea what third class is like?"

So after the train broke down, we had to spend the night in the desert with no power after the locomotive drove off. There were no towns around either, so the passengers on the train were really on their own.  We made the best of it, though.  Next day the new locomotive finally arrived, but by this time we had already lost half our weekend in Bamako. I was also getting a bit hungry, as the food I brought had run out and there were no dining cars (in case you couldn't guess.).  So I was interested in stopping at the next town for some oranges or bananas.  As soon as we stopped, the train was mobbed by food vendors, but I was shocked to hear the prices being called out.  Three million francs for one orange!  In Sierra Leone it was two for one cent, where Sierra Leone cents were similar to Canadian cents.  In Dakar, Senegal it was a thousand francs per orange (which still worked out to about two for one cent).  But I wasn't sure I had enough cash on me for an orange in Mali.  Anyway, I found out that Senegalese francs were worth far more than Mali francs, so I still had enough money for oranges and even some other food, which I can't remember anything about other than it didn't kill me.

Anyway, it was not over yet.  We had crossed a border into Mali, and border guards armed with machine guns got on the train and were making the rounds looking for passports.  They confiscated my passport, and told me I could pick it up at the ministry of tourism on Monday.  Well, that didn't work for me, as there was only one flight a week to Freetown, leaving 8 AM Monday, and at the time I didn't feel like spending another week in Bamako.  In fact I'm not sure I could afford it.  The hotels were (I had to do some math) approximately 15 billion francs per night.  There was another delay before reaching Bamako, because a young child had fallen to his death off the train.  Finally we made it by nightfall on Saturday, then all day Sunday was spent retrieving my passport from the Ministry of Tourism.  I paid no bribes, but I had to make a trip by taxi to the other side of the city to get one stamp, then return, before a sympathetic official returned my passport in time for my plane on Monday.

The funniest part of the plane ride home for me was trying to get off when we landed in Freetown (which was just one of the many stops).  The stewardess rushed over to me as I headed for the door "No, no one is allowed off here!  Please return to your seat."  I was puzzled: "Then why does my ticket say Bamako to Freetown?".  The stewardess was now the shocked one. "You're getting off at Freetown?  Why?".  I said "Because I live there."  "Oh, sorry.  It's just that usually nobody gets off here."   In those days, Sierra Leone was not a big tourist destination.

Picture: I wish I had spent the ten bucks for first class. I don't know if this is first class, but it's a heck of a lot better than what my car looked like. (from this website, which also has other pictures of Kayes, one of the stops on the route) http://www.pbase.com/image/110732181