Now for the story.
Hello again all,
Why is it that as soon as I leave town everyone starts
sending email to me. I must have had a half dozen pictures and a movie
sitting in my in box when I finally found an internet connection. This new
internet connection is pretty cool, except it is almost impossible to find.
And of course calling t mobile to find a place takes about 10 minutes. And
half the time the first 3 people I talk to have no idea what the heck I'm
talking about. Well enough ranting for now.
The trip started off pretty good. I mean it was just a short
scoot to Milwaukee to catch a ferry. So I had t make it interesting. It
wasn't until I was almost at the ferry that I realized I didn't have a
helmet. Michigan has a helmet law, so I had to quick find a motorcycle
store in town and race over there to get a helmet. No problem, except they
didn't have the cheap helmet in my size, so $150 and an hour later I was
back at the ferry with my new helmet. Of course by the time I got back there
were a half dozen bikers there and one
guy offer to give me his extra helmet.
The ferry ride was
pretty cool. Nothing like two 2,000
horse power diesel engines to help speed you across the lake. Other than
talking to the other
motorcyclists the ride was pretty uneventful, boring even, just a simple
boat ride across the lake with absolutely nothing to see but water. We were
moving at about 40 knots, so the wind was blowing,
but not much else.
We didnít see anything
until we got over to Muskegon,
then where were a few people waving, a submarine,
and a retired Coast Guard cutter.
Finally, we pulled
into Muskegon and I took the first Eastward road.
The interesting thing about Michigan is that the roads go
pretty straight, but every once in a while they just stop and become dirt
roads. At first I was really confused, then I realized that the roads
arenít really ending, I guess the paving crews didnít feel the need to
pave certain sections of road.
The next day I found the Canadian border at Port Huron. I
know Iíve only been averaging 200 to 300 miles a day. I guess our
relations with the Canadians has really been deteriorating fast. After a few
minutes of grilling they decided that I should have to go inside to see the
immigration officer. Like Iím going to move to Canada! Anyway they decided
that I had been arrested almost 20 year before and I really shouldnít be
allowed to enter the country, but seeing as they were such nice people they
would allow it this time. What Iím really pissed at is the fact that
everything that happened 20 years ago should have been sealed under juvenile
records. This doesnít look good as far as personal freedoms are concerned.
Anyway, Canada was nice, again. The ride to Toronto was
pretty uneventful, actually Toronto was pretty boring, but I suppose I
shouldnít judge a place after I spent most of the night lying in bed
trying to get rid of a headache. The next day though it seems I couldnít
First I stopped at a RCAF museum.
It wasn't very big, but they had some cool stuff. A Sopwith
Camel prop, you know the one Snoopy flew and a spitfire.
They had a bunch of planes out
back, some prop engines, some jets,
a few helicopters, and even two
planes without engines at
all. Then in the back
room they were rebuilding a Halifax bomber that crashed
after a bombing run. It was pretty
cool they let me wander
around the place
while they were refurbishing
I stopped in the 1000 island area. I wanted to see where
they made the salad dressing, but I couldnít find the factory. I did find
the train station and the
visitorsí center. At the visitorsí center I found a bunch of boat tours.
I figured why not, I can spend an hour wasting time. No such luck, it seems
I was too late for any of the tours, but I did find a Catholic
Church they named after
me. I thought it was pretty cool,
so I spent some time wandering around the stations
of the cross and
All this sight seeing
made me curious so I stopped
at the giant tower over looking
the 1000 islands area and the St.
Lawrence Seaway. I found the house of 7 gables, which seems to me was
from a book or something. I paid the toll
to cross the bridge and
basically just wasted time. Finally, I rode another 30 klicks, thatís
Canadian for half miles, (just like they have money that is only about 70%
of U.S. dollars they also have distances that are 60% U.S.) to Cromwell and
crossed back to the U.S. Those stupid border guards almost didnít want me
to cross again. Eventually though, they had to let me come back. Usually on
one side or the other, almost always the non-U.S. side,
of a border crossing they have a currency exchange. Not so here. I
didnít see a single one until I passed a pawn shop a few miles away. He
gave me a horrible rate of exchange, but what was I suppose to do, hang on
to $80 Canadian until I finally went back 20 years later?
spent the next night at Big Falls
campground. Not much to see there but a waterfall, and it wasn't that
I followed the U.S. Canadian border for a while until
eventually heading south through Vermont and New Hampshire. I wasnít going
to stop at Laconia with bike week going on and al, but I couldnít help
myself. As I was riding towards town I went right past the Crawford place.
Then I saw a sign for free food and I had to stop. Amazingly enough in the
little church parking lot my phone started worked. I decided to call up my
brother in law and see if anyone was at the Crawford place. I still wasnít
sure if I wanted to stay, but I asked anyway. It turns out that no one was
home, but if I wanted to stay I could camp out in the front yard. I did
better than that I camped out in the screened in front porch.
With a free place to stay who wouldnít visit the oldest
bike rally in the United States? I think Laconia doesnít actually exist. I
followed signs and more signs and more signs, but they just lead me in a
circle around LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE. Of course all the bikes were parked on
Weirs Beach so thatís where I finally ended up. It was interesting to see
the house we stayed at during my sisterís wedding turned into a snack
shop. Iíve been thinking about getting a new jacket for a while so I
wandered around until I found one I liked. $320 dollars for a jacket and
then another $80 for gloves and Iím really beginning to get worried about
myself. I guess a dirty leather and old gardening gloves just isnít good
enough for me anymore.
The next morning was cold and wet so my new jacket got a
workout right away. Iím pleased to note that it worked wonderfully. It is
water proof and pretty warm and it has a great little flap that zippers on
and off, it covers the lower face and neck. That is so much better than
tying a bandana over my face, plus it stays dry so I donít have trouble
breathing, finally it letís my breath out so my glasses donít get all
fogged up. Itís just about perfect.
Well enough for now.