Blogging for …….

In the last little while I have been re/examining my reasons for blogging. Why do I do it? Why do I continue to do it? Why don’t I have more ‘friends’? Are the people following my blog really ‘friends’? Am I over thinking this? How many questions can a person fit in a blog before they seem paranoidally mentally unbalanced?  

Insert another 10 to 20 questions between each of those questions – but my one finger typing on the iPhone keyboard can’t keep up.  You get the drift. 

I guess it all comes down to – comes back to wanting to connect with other riders from around the globe. In my travels to other blogs I’ve noticed some that are so populated that they count their followers in the millions.  Yet the content is reblogged info from professional sites and very rarely is there a unique post from their owner or are trying to sell some gadget or the newest craze.  

I guess it all comes down to what the purpose of the (aka my) blog is and don’t worry about the rest. 

Again – the purpose of MY blog is to connect with other riders around the topic of my love of riding. The popularity really isn’t that important. And, although I might write an entry about a piece of luggage of a new gadget – I don’t expect you to rush out and buy it. 

To summarize – I just wanna ride!  And my work schedule as a funeral director and being on call sometimes gets in the way.  Like this weekend. I should be out enjoying the perfect weather but working all week and 3 services today (Saturday)as well as a service and a viewing tomorrow make it so that I won’t be able to enjoy anything this weekend. 

In the meantime – I hope the rest of you get out and enjoy.  

Good morning everyone!  

I’m not kidding – a magnet!

Disclaimer:  When I get on my bike, I want to be in my own headspace. My riding style has continued to morph into the stage where my preference is to ride solo or with a choice few companions. I guess after 10+ years of riding with groups I am tired of the drama. Either that or I just ride with the wrong groups. This is a Facebook post about my struggle as a solo

So I’m at a pull out on the Old Island Hwy on Vancouver Island and trying to set up a shot for the motochic bag I’m product testing. I have my bike parked as far away from everyone as I can get in the parking lot trying to stage it. I’m all by myself. I have the camera on the tripod and getting it set to timer. Lo and behold, some nimweed on a spider pulls off the highway, and rides all the way up to me = within 2 feet of me trying to set up my shot and fiddling with the camera on the tripod (I have not made eyecontact with anyone). After coming to an abrupt stop, smiles, cackles and says “Nice day for a ride, eh?” That was the first instance. EVERY TIME I tried to stop and get a picture or stage a picture with the tripod some dillweed would ride up, stop within inches of the tripod and say “Nice day for a ride, huh?” or eh. shake my head. really???

Moral of the story – some of us go to our bikes to get away from people.  Not make a new friend.  Sigh. I have no idea, but for some reason when I am riding, people feel the need to approach me.  

Motochic bag -part 1

As a woman rider I find there are accessories on the market that present themselves as items for women.  The disappointing thing is that most of these items are really accessories for men but produced in pink – (because we women know we all like pink right?? Insert sarcasm there) then pass the items off as women’s gear. Ugh. Excuse me while I gag. 

Recently I was given the opportunity to be a product tester for a piece of gear from Motochic. It’s called the Lauren bag. As most of my friends know, sometimes I tend to tell people exactly what I think. Often times that might not work out well.  So when I was chosen to put this bag through its paces I was sceptically excited.  I’m a hard customer to please and was expecting to be disappointed.  

The following is my customer review of the Lauren bag:

The bag – she’s here!


One of the first things I noticed was – it wasnt pink.  Developers – give yourself one point!  

And now to the rest of the ‘first impressions’….

Reflective properties of the bag.  Wow. Developers – Give yourself another point. I was under the impression the reflective panel was the smaller center section.  Not so.   

In the dark..


In the daylight 


Quality of the bag:  Sturdy. Sturdy. Sturdy. 


This section i am showing above is where the handles are stashed that turns this backpack into a fashionable tote.  

One of the most impressive things I found with the bag was its ease of access. I was originally going to post videos of different functions of the bag.  Then discovered the video files were monsterous in size.  In the process of the filming I made a delightful discovery – I was able to explore the functionality of this bag with one hand.   Major points in my book on this one.  Again.  Impressed. 

To be continued.  
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Abrupt stop 

If some of you have been reading past entries you will know by now that a great deal of energy, time and excitement has gone in to the planning and executing of our “Celebration Trip”. Well over two years of coordinating schedules and logistics.  

The original plan was for my husband to leave from Vancouver Island and, after a short ride with friends, head East on June 18 (Father’s Day) on his solo ride to Ottawa. I, on the other hand, had booked a flight to Ottawa and shipped my bike due to restrictions for my working schedule.  Retired people have considerably more time off than working people. 

The week prior to the weekend departure, everything was on schedule.  I was able to get my bike down to the dealership that was responsible for shipping the bike.  Confirmation was received that the bike was picked up on Friday.  Everything was a go and the countdown had started.  Until it stopped on Sunday, June 18, at 9:30am.

It was at that time while HB was riding just west of the town of Lumby BC that a car heading east was making a left turn across the highway.  This was not your typical left turning accident.  Although the car had stopped and was legally and respectfully waiting for my husband to ride by before completing their turn, the truck that was coming up behind the car did not.  We think it was a combination of distracted driving, driving over the speed limit and a vehicle with questionable brake for the loaded trailer it was towing.  The truck attempted to brake – and failed.  It hit the car waiting to turn, spinning it into the oncoming traffic resulting in a head on collision with HB.  Lucky for HB the truck that was following him was driven by a first responder with the local fire department.  Within seconds of the accident, HB had medical attention.  

To make a long story short, after suffering a severely broken arm, emergency surgery took place on the sunday night and —-the trip came to an end.  


We spent the week getting him sprung from the hospital and making our way back to our island.  The one statement that kept ringing in my ears was the first responder saying “If he hadn’t been wearing full gear – it would have been a totally different story!”  

Upon arriving home, the next task was trying to get my bike turned around.  It wouldn’t do my being on one side of the country while my bike was on the other and – there was no way HB was going to let me ride home by myself.  Course, would I really be of the mindset to do it? Probably not. 

We set about getting WB turned around and only after two days of the shipping company swearing that they had dropped if off to the return shipper, and the original shipper claiming they didnt have it – to which an ultimatum of “If it’s not found by 4pm Friday, I will be contacting the RCMP and filing a report for a stolen motorcyle.”  Lo and behold, the motorcycle was suddenly found by the trucking company and rolled in to the return shippers location at 3:50pm.  

So – HB is home and unable to use his arm for 3 months. Meaning that his riding season has come to an end for 2017.

As for me?  I’ll be taking short forays in and around my area. As well as being a guinea pig for a woman’s motorcycle travel bag – aka product tester. Not nearly the odessey I was planning.  Am i disappointed that my trip was cancelled? Yes.  Am I thankful it happened in a populated area where medical attention was immediate and a hospital was a short 1/2 hr drive away as opposed to the middle of no where in northern Ontario where there was no one else around for days?  Yes!  And relatively speaking – not to downplay the seriousness of the injury to his arm – for a head on HB was pretty lucky.  

Onward and upward.  

It’s out of my hands

Yesterday made the upcoming trip a reality. I rode WB to the bike dealership to drop her off for crating.  I have now entrusted her into the hands of the dealerships and the shipping company.  Wow. Big step for me. Not a comfy one either.  

The other big step was thinking logically on what needs to be in the saddlebags. The original plan was to put all my riding gear in the saddlebags and ship it with the bike – much more cost effective than mailing it separately or putting it in checked baggage for the plane to lose.  The morning I was to ride down dawned overcast and grey with 60% chance of rain.  Ick! I couldn’t very well pack a wet leather jacket in my saddle bags and hope it arrived in Ottawa without mold. Drat!   So I decided to ride down to the dealership and keep my fingers crossed. 

Sure enough, just before I threw my leg over, it started sprinkling, but luckily that’s all it did until I left the valley.   After that, the 2 hour ride allowed me to dry out enough that the jacket, boots and chaps went with the bike.  

The next quandary was how to remember what gear was in the bike.   After 14 days, I knew I’d never remember. So out came the camera.  I spread everything out on the asphalt – which proved to be an irresistible sight for some people – and took pictures of what was in the bags so I didn’t forget what was in them. And stopped me from stomping around the house hours before my departure muttering and swearing at myself for putting things in a safe place – AGAIN!  Woohoo.  I’m smart me.  

So now the lists start.  And the lists of lists. 


Still in double digits – but the countdown has started