So Sunday was a beauiful day for riding so Susan and I decided to head south to the Oyster Bar for an early Dinner
We had had a long discussion about putting a V-1
on her new FJR, I have a spare and yet she balked at the idea.
Now Susan was riding BMW Oilheads twins up to now, and I was concerned that the seamless and seemingly endless power of the FJR might lead her into "the Danger Zone" aka TOP GUN
Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone
Headin' into twilight
Spreadin' out her wings tonight
She got you jumpin' off the track
And shovin' into overdrive
Highway to the Danger Zone
I'll take you
Right into the Danger Zone
So off we go and it was a gorgeous sunny day in Vancouver as we come out fo the Massey Tunnel http://anarchocyclist.ca/images/bright_tunnel.jpg
I get very strong Laser hits, Susan is in the lead I look down at my GPS 128 KMH indicated speed limit 80 KM. I expect to see the friendly officer wave to Susan but NOOO ...Not to a chick!!! she just rolls on by and then moments later motions me to lead and run electronic countermeasures or be the sacrificial lamb
We arrive at the Border - oe hour line up but we have Nexus
Up the special lane and quick wave and we are with visiting our Southern Neighbours.
The Ride down I - 5 was a delightful drone but gave Susan time to roll on and off the throttle, constantly changing gears and continuing that important job of engine break in.
Within 20 minutes we are at the Chuckanut Drive and a prettier ride in to the restaurant could not be imagined; 20 minutes of beautiful windy roads, sun over the Pacific etc etc.
One side note on the way in (3 ish in the afternoon) a stupid forest rat is roadside and begins his walk of death towards me just as I pass him. I cannot believe all the deer out already.
A delightful dinner - Susan had the Ahi Tuna Appetizer, Grilled Fresh Halibut
peanut & peppercorn crust and Cheesecake of the Day for desert. I began Dineer with the Alaska King Crab Stack, the Halibut for my Entree and for desert the Apple Tart Tatin (warm upside down caramelized French apple cake, vanilla bean ice cream)
Now this is a pretty decent restaurant and we we welcomed in our riding gear and given a primo table with a gorgeous view.
The ride home was uneventful a squid - white sweat shirt with a delightful plumbers butt followed us for about 10 miles ( we were riding 15 mph over) then the testosterone cut in and he went squidly and blew buy us at slightly over the pound.
On a happier note we saw a freshly killed doe on I-5 about 10 miles north of Bellingham WA.
The border was again a simple stop and go and we were home in time for West Wing
Total miles 150
Total smiles priceless.
The Spare V-1 is going on the FJR