Friday, June 25, 2010

June 25, terible to great

Hello from Elmhirst Resort on Rice Lake, south of Keene which is south of Peterboro.Wonderful resort, grounds are great, we have a 3 bedroom, fully equipped cottage, our own deck and waterfront. Best of all we hear birds not great trucks roaring down the road. Fine dining offered, defer to another day. This would be great for a weekend or more.
Yesterday Rube told his story and Cres was a little shy. Today they both want to share with you. The story is yours boys.
You have never experienced such a day, certainy I have not. This is Cres speaking and in my young life there has never been such a day. They got us started at 0525 and all seemed routine for the first 4 minutes. It was `14 degrees, pretty good, and brighter than many starts, no rain and the air was calm. So what could go wrong.
Rube, my bud, and I knew they would be expecting great things from us after yesterdays final run. Ok , we were wiling to give it a try. Shelburne to Orangevile via #10 was the first leg and diod we get a wake up call. The driving lanes are narrow, no paved shoulders and the traffic was crazy. This was 0530 yet, can you believe it the commuter mentality is new to us. I am a bicycle, my tires are 23 mm wide, I balance on approx 2 cm squared of tire, about the size of stileto heels. I am asked to hussle along at 25-40 kph so any pavment defect, or gravel or glass etc really gives me the willies. Commuters are in a hurry, probably they get the coffee cheaper if they get there faster. Commuters don't give way for anything. They don't slow, they don't shift over in their lane, but they do tout. Early in the morning, city truck drivers are angry. They challenge the world, get out of my way. Now!
You have the picture. It was past scary, Rube and I were certain we would be in the junk heap any second. Hundreds of times vehicles were 10 cm from my handlebars. It hurts just to think what would happen if I shifted even a little. Hell, even Big Ben wasn't perfect and balked once or twice.
At Ornageville we swung onto #9 and incrediably it became more intense. All the wat to Newmarket, over # 400 and # 404. We kept the pedals flying, Rube and and I averaged 29.9 kph through the 65 km section. Way to afraid to slow down as we were certain that later in the morning it would be worse. When that bit was over it all settled down. Listen all you bicycles don'e ever take these roads during traffic hours, this definetly is not fun.
The rest of the day we picked our way through grand country side, all back roads with little traffic and very fine homes and prosperous farms. Lunch break was shared with some Harleys, these were a club out to wake the world, straight pipes a barking and growling. Ops I forgot to tell you about the awful noise when we were in the traffic jungle, I'll have reruns of that for sure. Back to the Harleys, good guys but so superior, so Rube invited them for a race the only rule being their noise level could be no greater than his. No sale. These guys were off for a weekend and promised to support Jump Start.
Keene was to be our stop point for the day but Rube couldn't find a place to stay. We visited a neat store , the owner helped us find this resort and got us a discount. He had a picture framing business, a barbers chair and pool tables and paintings for sale, all in the same room. The sort of place you feel instantly at ease and we learned his son was flying to Victoria in few days to be with his uncle and cousin. He was very impressed with Rube and I but fortunately didn't try to ride us. It is so hard teaching everyone that riding a bike and riding us is a different skill. Like Big Ben, we can give a superior preformance but it takes a ittle practise or you will hurt us and yourself.
My day had 215 km, with average speed of 27.8 kph and a maximum of 59 kph. We spun along for almost 8 hours, all dry and warm. Tomorrow we wil be picking our wat towards Tweed and Verona.
Yesterday I had planned on summarizing our adventures to date, but today was a new deal and the summary will come a little latter. From Rube and I, bye for now and keep your chain well lubricated. RRM

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