Well, Got back from our Nelson trip on Sat.
Gained many notches of experience and travelled many a terrain and weather condition i'd like to experience and some not. Travelled a total of 1762kms on that trip, had 1 1/2 accidents, hit every twistie and straight i could imagine, rode through over 10ks on gravel, and rode 300ks in the pissing rain.Also got a free shooter from the proprietor of a restaurant for not letting a little rain stop me from enjoing my king crab.
The one ride we went on when we got to Nelson was the best ive ever gone and gained the most experience from so far. Started from Nelson, headed out of town, at one point we were coming down a mountain of about 2000ft of elevation on a straight that was very steep and some crazy speeds, lots of swooping high speed turns to warm up with, and concrete barriers that were on about 2ft high. A little scary at time when looking over the edge.
Then we cut across to a small town called Creston and headed back east towards the back country roads. Perfect roads you could immagine ever. No tar snakes, no gravel on road, very little traffic, no wild life to be seen at all, and the most beautiful scenery one could imagine, from old little shacks in the back ground and cows and horses in the pasture to a beautiful lake scene complete with mountains in the background and lazy pink clouds drifiting in the summer sky as you come around a very sharp and blind 180 degree right hand twistie. (Wait, let me get a tissue....)
Ok, better, The speeds were slower at this point as you could imagine, anywhere from 80kms to about 160kms.
Let me say that this ride was an experience of a life time.An experiment in focus and confidence in oneself. To trust your abilities and skills and above all to have the confidence in your bike to lean over to touch the ground with a knee... Nothing else can come close !!
I have to say that when seeing your left hand mirror in the coner of your eye come up from left to right almost a full 90 degrees is a very unnerving yet a very gratifying experience. I definitley gave myself a pat on the back that day.
On saturday, we left Nelson for home. (VAN)
Ride was awesome, rode 10hrs that day, had a cop tail us into a town. Got our gas and was heading out of town when he reappeared, obviously trying to bust us for speeding of course. We eventually pulled over and he decided that he was the one that was busted and sped past us.
Everything was all good till we hit the mountains and it started to rain, hard.
Me not having much experience in the rain, i slowed down. At some points i we were doin like 60kms on some of the real sharp twisties,not fun at all.
And then, I come around this blind down sloping twistie at around 70 clicks and low and behold (you guessed it !! )a huge camper is stopped in traffic in front of me !!!
So i grab the brake (No Rear brakes, People, not in rain, Very bad !! )
and decide, crap, not gonna make it and swerve in to the oncoming lane.(Very Close call !!) Missing the camper by mere feet and luckily did not have a full on conversation with an oncoming cage via their winshield !!!
Wheewww !!! Nuff said.....
Manning Park to home was another experiment in how big your balls are.
Picutre this: Pissing rain, pools of it collecting on the road. Nothing but what seems like white, silver and very large Semis on the roads,with no lights on and the spray the wonderful spray that they give you when they pass.Soaked to the bone at this point,(In leathers) and a visor that is just flooded with spray and water coming from every direction.
Home was looking like a sanctuary right about that point.....
Made it, cuz im writing this right now, hope you enjoyed my little adventure, and do ask if i've left anything out or if you have any questions......