I left my motorcycle behind when we moved from Langley to Castlegar. Our move was in March: that’s an impossible time to ride a bike through mountain passes. And after much thought I decided I preferred the idea of riding it to its new home versus trailering or shipping it. So into storage she went.
The conditions aligned such that I was able to take a few days off at the beginning of June to go pick up my motorcycle and ride her to the new homestead. Things went well, but not perfectly- especially not for one mid-sized grey bird, who had a really awful day.
Getting out on my bike has become less of a common thing the last couple of years. The reasons are not terribly interesting: disruptions in health, work pressures, depression. But I still build up a need for two wheel therapy, probably even more so than when I was riding every weekend. And so I’ve focused on ‘long form’ road trips to get my motorcycle fix, and this year was a biggun’: a ride to take my 2011 Road Glide ‘back home’ to where she was born: Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
My brother Colin and I have started to make going on a motorcycle road trip to gather into an annual ‘tradition’. This year, our trip was close to home: the Selkirk International Loop.
I went on a road trip last week, packing my Mom and sister Connie into the car and driving to Edmonton. It was a quick trip, just to spend a day or two visiting my family back there. I took some pictures as we travelled, but of them all I think I might like this one the best…
