My old stompin groundsSeptember 11, 2016 in Canada
I pulled into Kelowna last night after a long day of riding through the rain and snow...thats right, snow! It was colder and wetter than i remembered. Up north it's so dry it feels like dust. Here, it's like little sponges od icy daggers that smack you in the face (if you could only imagine the noises i made...it would permenently destroy any fleeting image of toughness or badassery you may have had about me).
It started to pour in between Roger's pass and Revelstoke. So, i turned up my new playlist i got from Adam (thanks homie..Russian Circles are amazing) and wrote my own songs to the music. Classic hits such as: Don't let that rain drip down into the back of my pants, OMG where's the road, You think you're a trucker but you're not, and my fav: Icy hands running up my legs.
I met a fellow biker in Golden (the only person in Canada who has held a conversation with me - outside of my family and friends). His name was David and he had already biked to the east coast of Canada and back this summer! He does it every year! He knew about Lolo pass and had ridden it a few summers ago. It took him 8 days this summer to ride one way to the east coast (which is crazy quick). He had lots of stories and adventures of breaking down and crashing. I saw something quite familiar in him: he loved riding and being on the road. He embraced the risks and the challenges and didn't let them stop him. I could tell Dave was thankful for every day of his life and he lived each day to the fullest.
I left my lights on again in Revy and had to buy booster cables cause the locals were either too scared of me to loan them to me, or legitimately didnt have them.
Side note: To my surprise, Canadians are waaaaaay LESS friendly towards bikers than Americans. Down south, randos would wave at me as i rode by, come talk to me about my trip (as they could tell/smell that i've riden a long way), kids would pull on their parent's jackets and tell them to look at me (my two foot beard may have had sometbing to do with that), the hotel in Idaho didn't even ask for a deposit for the hotel room (as im riding sans credit cards). In Canada, i think Canadians are afraid to make eye-contact for fear of me looking into their dirty bikeaphobic souls and cast judgement upon their Timmy sippin lives. They wouldnt even answer back or look at me as im asking them questions. Even canadian bikers are shitty. I know i knock on Americans and play to their stereotypes, but i was really surprised as to how un-friendly Canadians are. Shape up guys!!
I crashed at a friends house last night with a bottle of wine while she went to bed and watched Star Wars...Hans solo. Today, i ride to Vancouver for my last stop before i get home. By the time i get home, it'll be 21 days on the road. I passed the 6000km mark on the way to Kelowna and will probably bump it to close to 6500kms before i get into my garage. To drive across canada from Victoria to St. Johns, New foundland is 7000kms...doesnt seem so far anymore :)
Will Canadians turn it around the closer i get to Vancouver Island? Does the Ogopogo share? Will tax breaks for the wealthy pay off down the line?
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