Nicole and I continued South towards the #2 eventually crossing the 401. The land scape had become much flatter and the riding much easier. Not to mention the fact that there was a good shoulder and traffic was much lighter than the 7. Trenton was a strange little town with …
Well I made it home for PRIDE just like I promised I would. In fact I had made it with a few days to spare. None of my clothes fit me here anymore having lost 4 inches off my waist and 30lbs total! Z and I on our way to …
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning determined to make it home to Toronto come Hell or high-water. I figured that it was around 210 km and if I just kept riding, even at a moderate pace of 20km/h I could be home to sleep in my own bed. …
The ferry was pretty uneventful. I was grouped together with the motorcyclists and we were the first to board and the first off. I ate on board and it tasted exactly like BC ferries! In fact the only real difference was that the smell of the air was different since …
Justine and I rode together for the first part of the day. We stopped for breakfast in this little town in a restaurant that was a converted bank. It still had the vault in place. We seperated when I headed South through Manitoulin Island and she continued East through Sudbury. …
So Justine and I rode togather to Massey, on the way we came across a turtle in the middle of the highway. At first I thought it was just some bloated dead thing (we see a lot of road-kill). When I realized what it was I got off my bike …
Well in the morning Justine and I seperated and I rode alone. It was stupid of me because while Justine doesn’t ride as fast, she is willing to ride a long time. So as it was we ended up in the same place anyway! At Pancake bay we met a …
At Wawa there is really only one campsite. Which is a good thing because I met Justine again. I convinced her that we needed to ride together to Pancake Bay. There really isn’t anything in between the two points except a huge provincial park. It was a 150km and it …
For those who don’t know “Winnie” was the name of a real bear in the London Zoo. She was puchased by Lieutenant Harry Colebourn in the town of White River, where I was staying. He named her Winnipeg, after his hometown and she was called “Winnie” for short. Colebourn gave …
I hate bugs. Yes I realize they are an important part of the eco-system, but why can’t they realize I AM NOT part of that eco-system. Period. I belong to the cafe eco-system, the urban eco-system. I woke in the morning to find, no lie, a thousands mosquitos surrounding my …