Hello,Old Friend

I seem to have an ongoing theme with this blog.  “Why did I start writing here?”

I think I started because I wanted to write in order to connect with other riders – near and far. I am usually a very private and quiet person.  Then I started to read other blogs and somewhere along the way I felt like I was connecting with other riders.  Their experiences.  Their challenges.  Their struggles. And yes, their laughs along the way.

You see, when I first started riding, there was many very heated discussions as to what it means to be a ‘real’ biker/rider.  There was a segment of the population that stated some absolute truths:

You can’t be a rider/biker if you were a woman.  You can’t be a rider/biker if you don’t ride in the rain.  You can’t be a rider/biker if you do not ride your bike all the time.  You can’t be a rider/biker if you …….. if you… you can’t … you can’t…

So with all the local “you aren’t”..” you can’t”… I began sharing photos/memes and stories in this blog.  And in the process I found other blogs.  Other writers and riders.  Others who loved riding and traveling the same way I did.

Then somewheree along the way I began to develop favourites.  Had I met these people?  No.  Would I ever have a hope of meeting them? Probably not. Did I know where they were from? Not all of them but I connected with their writing and their tales.  It is almost as if I have unintentionally made friends with people over this vast network who have the same passions that I have.

These days I find myself pouring over my ‘follows’ list and those blogs I read on a regular basis and am more than a bit surprised when  I realize I have not heard from some of my ‘regulars’.

I suppose I must plead guilty to the fact that I read blogs but I do not press “like” or make a comment.  This doesn’t mean that I don’t read your blog – it just means that sometimes I forget because I get wrapped up in your tales.  Especially when I am in my ‘winter weather’ seasons.

I guess that is what it is all about, isn’t it?   Connecting and letting you help make my ‘out of the saddle’ time easier to pass.

Anyways, this post is just to say – whenever you think people do not notice your absence….. you  are wrong.

You are missed.  And when you write I get happy and want to rush over and say “Hello! Old friend I am so glad you are still here! Please write more.  I would love to hear from you more often. ”

Silly isn’t it?





This is strictly an opinion piece.  I’m sure there are those out there who subscribe to this theory.  This is mine. 

There is an adage that “….loud pipes save lives….”.  I will be very honest when I say that I do not believe in this idea based on a couple of reasons. 

1. When you are riding, most of the noise coming from your tailpipes is pushed behind you. So in order for people to hear you coming, your pipes have to be modified to be so extremely loud and annoying that it is deafening to everyone – including yourself. 

2. Riding with someone who has really loud pipes is annoying and distracting.   Eventually, after riding behind someone with annoyingly loud pipes it becomes such a distraction that you begin concentrating on the sound of the pipes in front of you instead of the safety elements around you. Kind of like when riding with someone in front of you who has left their blinker on for the past 10 km. 

3. Loud pipes don’t save lives. Riding skills do. Solely relying on loud pipes to let people know you are in their blind spot means you are neglecting life saving riding skills that let you react to whatever situation arises. 

Sidney By The Sea

After a particularly dismal, snowy, depressing winter, a quick trip down Island to Sidney, British Columbia was in order the other weekend to blast off some of the cobwebs and get rid of the winter blues.  

Traveling down the Island highway is a thing of beauty until you get to the bumper to bumper traffic of Duncan. Then it’s traffic-traffic-traffic until you get to the base of the Malahat.  Better known as the Malahat 500. This stretch of road goes up and over a stretch of the Vancouver Island Mountain range with some amazing twists and turns and gorgeous vistas that would lovely to see – if the rest of the traffic (cars, trucks, transport trucks, road debris) weren’t trying to hard to kill you.  Although the legal posted speed is 80kmh (90 in some spots), if you go 80, chances are you will have people climbing your tailpipe the whole way. Regardless of how fast you go, there will always be someone going faster. 

Anyways – I digress (I think I was secretly traumatized) – and I was in a car.  

Arriving in Sidney was interesting.  A quaint place with an older charm and a slower pace. Even though the Friday was a bit overcast, the waterfront walkway following the shoreline was a sight to behold. 

While walking on the waterfront we stumbled across distillery. I’d heard that there was one down in the Victoria area, so we wandered in to take a look. Upon entering we found a wonderful little place and – fortuitous for us- discovered we were in time for a tour of the facilities 

After a night in a hotel with a wonderful meal , we headed back home again. Sidney is a gorgeous place. And a perfect little get away for an overnighter