Spent all day yesterday on holy ground, namely the Nisgaa' Highway (or 113) out of Terrace. I made a post about this earlier in the year with some pix, so there is nothing really new here but I am still so pumped about the ride I simply had to remind everyone about this juicy piece of road.
It is just about 100km from Terrace to New Aiyansh, you can continue on all the way to Gincolx on the coast for bonus points too because that is all paved afresh now as well. The road out of Terrace has some sections that are frost heaved up that provide plenty of 'thrills' for those with a penchant to speed, however once you hit the new pavement you will know it. There were only a couple of corners with gravel pulled onto them, in all cases the visibility was good and there was a lot of warning. Other than that, pure bliss... We are talking about high speed shenanigans here, this is as close to a race track as anyone will see on the open road. The speed limit is 70 kph through-out most of the way, keep this in mind because can easily double it (at least) even in the twistiest sections if you aren't 'careful' not to keep an eye on your speedometer (right?!).
If you go, make sure you are in the right frame of mind and soul because there is no room for error on this road. It is a holy place and a get off will suffer no fools. The scenery is second to none, with craggy mountains, icy green lakes, lava fields, etc. You are more likely to run into bears (both black bears and grizzlies) than you are deer, but razor sharp peepers are a must here. As far as what else to watch out for, I never saw a single popo in 1000km of riding yesterday but it is only a matter of time. Are they going to ignore a bike laid down at 2.5 times the speed limit in the middle of nowhere? Who knows? It would be worth the speeding ticket regardless.
I can't stress this enough - you haven't rode BC if you haven't been up this highway. Unlike places like the tight 'n twisty New Denver to Kaslo stretch, this is extreme sweepers that call for redline shifts from 3rd to 4th with your heart in your throat and your balls swingin' in the wind. I find the way in is a warm-up, and after gassing up and stopping to reflect on life's visissitudes the return trip is when I bounce off both my rev limiter and the limits of common sense.
One thing to watch out for, the locals have absolutely no clue when it comes to letting a bike by on this road. I am flabbergasted beyond the point of mere road rage when someone is so incredibly dense that they won't move over 8 inches, let off on the gas for all of 5 seconds, and signal for a bike to pass on a road where they damn well know there isn't a dotted line for the next 50 fucking miles. What are they thinking? In all sincerity I honestly believe it should be legal, lawful - no, downright responsible - in this situation to be able to pull a gun and open fire at will in this situation. Just spray bullets until they either get the hint or their vehicle is crippled to the point where they tumble end over end in a fireball wreck that can be seen from the International Space Station.
Here is the Google Maps link to this road, I laugh my ass off at the 50 bikes a day I see toodle by my house on the way to Alaska that are blissfully ignorant of what lays just out of their untouchable itinerary (hell, the R1200GS poseurs could make a loop out of it through Nass Camp back to 97). I tell these guys every day, precious few listen. Apparentely they like the 500km of perfectly straight road they will be riding that day instead - and I am not kidding highway 97 up to Meziadan is a backup runway for airliners or the military.