The season is fresh upon us,
our minds racey but stale.
here's a little story,
to prevent you from a bail......
And so it goes....
Setting: My humble abode.
Phone rings...*brrrrrrring* "hello?"
"hey fraser!!!!, guess what ?!?!?!?!"
my natural response "what?"
"this guy i haven't even met has just lent me his new 02 custom soft tail harley to use for the summer while he's in italy....I'm so frickin stoked!!!"
my other natural response "Bullsh..."
"i'm dead serious...get your bike warmed up. i'll be there in 5"
well enough said. i was persuaded.
i mean, all you've got to do is mention "ride" and "bike" in the same sentence and i can put together the rest.
i was in!
sure as tits are round he shows up on this brand new harley.
quite nice really. all new-none of that ol clunker, greasy crap.
this was pristine. (pic posted. not much justice done though)
not an oil leak to be found anywhere.
"let's go he says" sittin there in his "bad boy leather get up accompanied with "skull cap".
and so it began...
11:35- rolling onto 97b and headin down the highway.
we got as far as mellors (the local gas'n'go) and i see an indicator flashing on his bike (him riding lead of course).
so we pull in and i get up along side him.
11:40 - "what gives i asked? surely when you said let's go for a "quick rip" that wasn't all that you had in mind?!?!?.... don't tease"
"my face is frozen" he said.
I then proceeded to razz his ass about how macho harley riders just "grin and bare" it.
i told him that we should go back and get my spare lid- a full face one.
after a short persuading that he wouldn't get funny looks from other harley riders for wearing a sport lid -mainly cuz no other harley rider's face could take the cold either- we returned to the shop for the lid (good ol' arai. can't beat 'em)
12:00am - And off we go..for the second time.
we hit the connector that takes you through a place called grinrod and can lead you right through to sicamous and to the trans-canada.
so naturally we decide to go that route and then come back up the t.c. to salmon arm of then which, we'd be home.
12;20 - we'd been riding along the 97 for about 20 mins when harley guy signals for me to take the lead.
"perfect" i thought, " now i can take the twisties without this hog crampin my style!!!"
we'd gone through about three sets or so, when coming into a new set and fully committed at that , out of no where jumps onto the road a great big, huge bloody buck. ( the deer, not a native)
the deer runs right up to me and so close- i shizzle you nizzle- i had to lift my right side leg over the seat to the other side and straddle sideways to not miss this deer by inches- but millimetres!!! i would've had no trouble touching it....with my tongue!
In all this quick commotion, harley guy sees my reactions and lays down some serious brake.
by now i'd gone past the deer...just.... only to look behind me and see the deer running up side the harley.
after few strides the deer jumped OVER the front of the bike and ran off.
with both of us shaken...and severely stirred..yet still on two wheels, we carried on till we got to sicamous. the next stop point.
12:45- After having a quick discussion on how much we love our families, thanksgiving and firing off a few "hale maries" we decided we should head back home.
12:50- So heading up the T.C. we went.
it was a great ride back along the main highway....though a weiry one at that!.....with a little racing here and there, we made it home safe and sound - no thanks to b.c. wildlife.
So guys , from me to you.
keep alert eyes and a crisp mind.
If headin along the trans-can this year, be sure all to watch for deer (ha! that rhymed)
as for those of you stayin in the city...well, i guess just keep an eye out for the cabbies!
have fun all, and BE SAFE!