Ended up in Bathurst, N.B. after another good riding day. Oh yes, she's tired and she's dirty. The Glide definitely has limits.
Guess the boy's still got some jam.
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About Me
- Hog Logger Bob
- Exciting, entertaining, understanding, funny, wise, deliberate, tasteful. All these things, I'm not. And no, I'm not an alcoholic. Yet. Some say the apple never falls far from the tree and I'm looking more & more like the tree I fell from. Some days, it could be a pale birch, skin wrinkled and curled. On other days it could be a sturdy oak, just look a those acorns. And then there's those messy Manitoba Maple days or maybe a willow waffling in the breeze. Just depends but definitely a tree now, deep-rooted and leaning into the sun.
Hey mon ami,
ReplyDeleteComment sa vas? A little french here for the Quebec part of your trip. Bob, you findly stopped mooching off friends and been doing some solo time? Looks like you need a women, spending way to much time alone with your bike. I bet you gave her a good rub down, haha. I know the feeling Carole gets jealous when we ride all day then when we shut her down I spend time cleaning and talking to the old girl, usualy over a few beers. So you going right around the top end or cutting across to Nova Scotia? Thanks for keeping us all informed.
A bientot mon ami, prend soins.
Ger
Heh Bob, Meant to wish you a "Bienvenu au Québec mon ami !!" but by the time I figured how to work the system, it seems more appropriate to wish you a pleasant journey around the Maritimes ...clockwise or counter clockwise; whatever suits your fancy. Would you say the Rockies offer a better view going West or coming East? :)
ReplyDeleteOn another note, a beautiful "hi there" to all the folks, like myself, who are virtually gliding along with you.
Enjoy and see you in a bit,
Denis
P.S. By the way, practically every time I visit the "blog", the song "Born to Be Wild" purs like a kitten within me. Salut ...et bon voyage.