Sometimes technology really sucks

All the video I shot this last half of the summer is stored on a portable hard drive that just decided to stop working. It was fine one day and then I went to plug it in and nothing. No magical lights, no being recognized by my computer, no noise from it. It may as well be a rock.
Sometimes you just have to hate modern technology.
Thankfully the unit is under warranty. I am going to attempt to decipher the instructions to save the data and hope that it works.
 I don't want to name names but the unit really looks a lot like this.

Lets hope they can fix it and I don't lose hours of video that cost thousands to collect.

Now before any of you video pros tell me that I should have it backed up on 2 hard drives blah blah, the day you figure out how to fit all that on a bike you get back to me.
There was a finite amount of space and a finite budget for equipment. One of the quirks of small indy productions. You use what you have.

 Getting back to my gripe about technology. Over my many years of working with computers I have marveled at the leaps we have made but often at the expense of reliability. I'd rather have a slower computer that I knew would not freeze, die or crap out suddenly with no way to breathe life back into it than to have something that is faster including breaking down faster!

At times I think we are reverse engineering stuff from the Roswell crash and may not really understand it. Judging by some of our human behaviour I really doubt we have the intelligence to come up with some of these items on our own.
The offending drive has been sent in for data recovery. Lucky for me I discovered much of my footage still on my camcorder! Here is the latest episode until I unlock the rest of my files from my pocket "Borg"
There is a new one coming  very soon. Stay tuned.

Post travel recovery

I made it back home on September 27 just after midnight. It was a helluva day that started in Devils Lake North Dakota on a chilly 12C morning. Temps soared to 30C as I headed west and the wind decided to be a pain with a constant 60km blast with gusts exceeding that.

As the sun set I found myself still several hours from home and true to my memory of Alberta weather, once the sun goes down it takes the mercury with it.
Near Bassano AB I rode thru 4C temperatures. Quite a shock to the system as I was peeling layers off to stay cool just a short while before.
Since leaving Gander NL just 7 days earlier I have covered a lot of ground with several long days in the saddle to arrive home in time for a doctor's appointment. An appointment with a specialist that lasted 15 minutes and resulted in "We need to do another ultrasound on your injury." If only our medical system was as fast as my bike.

Now begins the work of building the 2012 tour. Plans are in the works to make this an even bigger year! Stay tuned.

My last few hours in Newfoundland are ticking away as I wait for the ferry. My visit to this most eastern and unique province was too short and probably not at the best time of year. September gets chilly and wet on Da Rock and because of that my chances to do any site seeing were limited mostly to the Trans Canada Highway and what I could see from there.
Even so it was a fun time. The Newfies, as they liked to be called, are some of the warmest, friendliest people on earth when they are in their happy place. No place seems to make them happier than being in Newfoundland itself. Because of this their enjoyment of home and their life is contagious.
I found myself doing things I wouldn't normally do in other provinces, breaking personal rules and not feeling any danger whatsoever.

Unable to find a campground still open near Cornerbrook, a local man invited me to set up my tent in his yard which was behind a pub.
"There's going to be a party tonight in the bar, come join us!" he enthusiastically said. Since it was getting dark and I had no where else to go I thought "Why not?". This tour is more about the adventure of finding something out of the ordinary and camping behind a bar certainly fit the bill.

In Grand Falls, after the show, I partied with strangers who took me out on the town and let me stay at their place. Well, in their shed. It sounds weird but believe me it was great. These are not like the 'sheds' back home, all filled with earthy smelling garden implements. No. These are like little guest cottages minus any plumbing. "Just water da bushes if you need to in the wee hours." I was told. Okay.

The fine folks in Buchans  were a lot of fun. Given the fact they live in a mining town that went thru hard times and exists where the paved road ends their behaviour is more like that of someone who lives in a tropical paradise. I parked my motorcycle on the sidewalk because that's what you do in Buchans.

It was they that honored me by getting me "screeched in"and making me an honorary Newfie myself. The ritual was fun, comical and heartwarming. Repeating a verse I can barely remember, kissing a cod and slamming back a shot of Screech, a throat warming, extra strong rum that gets your blood flowing!

 I was also treated to a Jigs dinner, which was a belly filling,  traditional Newfie meal. It was awesome!

Some of the things I did here would seem odd anywhere else, Here on Da Rock people are so laid back and non judgemental that it seemed normal. In fact they just greet you when you poke your head out of your tent in the morning as they pass by going to work....like it happens all the time!
I look forward to my next visit here and a bit more time to explore.

What to do next? What to do first?

I had fully intended to have a few more video episodes online by this point in my trip. The logistical obstacles I've encountered are as follows. Keep in mind this is not intended to be a "Poor me" story, I am just saying it the way it is.
OBSTACLES
1) Time. After riding and/or doing a show my time (plus energy) is not always there. Currently I am wearing many hats and doing most of the work myself.
2) Glitches. Maybe its my disdain for how they make computers faster yet they are not more reliable or perhaps I am one of those people that produce electromagnetic waves that interfere with electronics. The past two episodes I made were close to completion when suddenly sound tracks would go out of sync or stop working altogether. ARRGGHHH!! I have had to redo them both at a great time expense. iMovie (which I am currently using as my editing software) has some problems and they don't seem too busy over at Apple on fixing them.
What I need is new software or better yet, an editor that can travel with me so I can concentrate on the other stuff like a daily blog, pics, newsletters, shooting video and of course the comedy. Trying to add video editing into my task list (combined with travel weariness) just seems elusive at times. If you have ever done video editing you know its an art unto itself. Add glitches and it makes it very frustrating.
I also bought a new portable Hard Drive that has been acting up but have not had the time to take it back. Faster, not more reliable.

A ghost a work? you can see thru me on this one

SOLUTIONS
Currently I have been searching forums for the fix to my iMovie woes and seem to have that bug  sort of , kind of worked out. I should have a new episode out soon.
I will be making them shorter to ease the editing burden and to keep iMovie happy. In its inferior state it gets cranky when videos pass the 5 minute mark.

As always my brains asks "What to do next?". Tonight I decided after a day spent riding in rain, waiting in a picnic shelter for almost 2 hours waiting for said rain to stop, that my brain was not able to accept video editing stress so this blog won out as the task to work on tonight.

A more "focused" me, working by lantern at night

Often that is more my method, "What do I have energy to do today?" What I have now begun to do  on this trip is to take more pictures of unusual places and things. This blog will be about those. iMovie and the next video can sit one more day.

Beach at "The Ovens"

Last night I had a very cool campsite at at place called "The Ovens" which is a privately owned natural park in Nova Scotia. My campsite was perched upon a tree covered cliff with the sound of surf crashing below. I felt like I had the 3-D version of a subliminal motivation or relaxation CD.
This area was part of a gold rush in the late 1800s when gold was discovered along the coast in these caves dubbed 'The Ovens". There is a very pleasant self-guided walking tour along the coastline where you can view these caves and actually enter some. A must see if you are in the area.

My camp by day

I'm always intrigued by places like this especially when you are allowed to self explore. Guided hikes move too slow for me... or too fast depending on what we are examining at the time. For the caves I set my own pace and snapped a few pics and shot some video, which I will fight with in iMovie later.

There is also a cool cafe that serves awesome food for a very reasonable price, especially considering the view it came with. The Atlantic Ocean with a bank of fog several miles offshore back lit by the setting sun. Add food and beer, all this was had for under 30 bucks.They also had live music at night from some very talented local artists.
I never would have found this place had I not bumped into a pair of motorcycle couples that insisted it was THE place to camp. They were almost pushy but then, they were right.
For a flat lander camping by the ocean is a treat. The crash of the surf, the smell of the salt and, in this case, the far off fog that loiters in the area. It actually came inland in the morning to give me

Checking out one of "The Ovens"

my full maritime experience.

The choice of cool campsites was a struggle as being their after summer's last long weekend meant I pretty much had my pick. I chose the one on the cliff rather than one seaside as I felt it offered more weather protection. Rain was in the forecast for the next day.

Inside the cave

Had there been a clearer forecast I would have stayed 2 nights. Later that night the rain came to prove the weather man correct. By morning it had stopped and just hung like a thick dew as a morning fog slowly crept back out to sea.
I was treated to a bit of sun for an hour and used that to break camp while things were dry.
I had a warm bed in Halifax waiting and that won out over huddling in a nylon dome for what was about to become a very rainy day.

This is my first long spell of days off and as Murphy would have it, coolish and damp. So much for camping and time to visit old pals so Halifax is where I am parked.

Don't forget to check out the latest Episode #13. I will have #14 up soon.
Thanks for stopping in,
Cheers, Daryl Makk

After dinner drink. Wish you could see this for real.

Moose antlers made into art

Foggy beach looking back toward my camp area

Caveman dumbells?

Travel by motorcycle and at times you feel small!

It's been warm and I am loving it

Hi folks

I’ve recently been treated to some very good riding weather the past few weeks. In fact I  did 6 days in a row in +30C temperatures! Yes! 

It gave me a chance to test the Tourmaster jacket in heat while packing away my electric liner for awhile. Other than when stopped in traffic the jacket’s flow through ventilation works well at keeping me cool. It is a touring jacket, not a mesh jacket more adapted to commuting in hot areas, so I expected some heat while in traffic. On the road,with only a wick dry t-shirt underneath it is fine until you get in the high 30’s which is not fun in any gear.

The Tourmaster Venture pants, while waterproof can get a bit clammy inside on warm days when its too hot to wear my Oxford Chill out undergarments. (these are great at wicking moisture until the temps get above 25C then you cook). It would be nice if they could add a vent, with a Velcro flap over it (like on the jacket), on each leg for some airflow. I could just switch to my Draggin Jeans but there are still a lot of bugs and I hate doing laundry. My compromise was to just sweat it out and drink plenty of fluids and open the side zipper up for some weak airflow

I’ve also had a chance to use my Tourmaster Orilmesh hot weather gloves, which proved to be quite comfortable in the heat. The only caution is when taking them off; as with any glove with an inner liner, pinch the fingertip, as you remove your hand, to ensure the liner stays in the finger hole. I removed one too quickly and had the liner shift in one finger and it took a bit of hand wriggling to get it back in. They have become my daily glove in the heat.

The heat is nice but it’s also nice to have some relief. I shouldn’t complain that I got soaked today so, I won’t. It was a ‘wetter than needed to be day’ and lets leave it at that. Solid rain for 4 hours will cool you off and also wash off a lot of the bugs collected on the front of the bike.

I’ve since left the prairies and its excessive amount of insects in exchange for Ontario and its excessive amount of speed enforcement that seem as thick as flies in an outhouse. It baffles me how the public can swallow the “Slow down for safety” BS that is nothing more than a disguise for taking your money. 

90 kilometers per hour is all the widest province in Canada will allow, sometimes even less. With today’s cars and bikes and their improved handling, tires and brakes it smacks of nothing but a cash grab especially given the militant amount of patrol cars I have seen in Ontario. It almost resembles a police state given the amount of patrol cars (most seem to be fuel sucking SUVs for some reason)

The powers that be cite it is for safety but I disagree. Making people go slower than need be creates an adverse effect on both motorcycles and cars. I’ve seen more stupid close calls on these slow speed highways than when I was on the 110kph roads of the prairies. When you slow everyone down, their thinking slows down too. Why do we cater to the lowest of skill levels? Better to scare 'iffy' drivers off the road in my opinion. Its safer if they are on a bus.

I am reminded of a line from the 1976 movie Gumball Rally character Bannon, played by Michael Sarrazin “Fifty-five (90kph) is fast enough to kill you, but slow enough to make you think you're safe.” commenting on the USA federally mandated speed limit imposed in the 70’s which was a failure.

On a sport-touring bike you feel robbed. The bike handles better at triple digits and I get more airflow hitting my shoulders, which takes the strain off my arms/wrists. 

On the map Ontario looks like winding roads through forests and lakes but the powers-that-be have ironed out most of the corners to the point where they are even boring in an 18 wheeler. I know, as I used to drive semis through here often, in a job that seems a lifetime ago.

To get some lean time in and prevent my tires from going square, which can spell disaster should a biker suddenly have to swerve, I have developed 2 methods to counteract the boredom and address the safety factor.

Method 1- Scrub the tires often. When no traffic is present I slow the pace to scrub the tires, which is a method of zig zagging while increasing the aggressiveness of each zig and zag. The idea is to get the edge of the tire scrubbed to a fresh surface.  You see racers do this before the start of a race.

This should be done whenever you start your day, go through puddles or come off a gravel area. You don’t want to leave a gravel parking lot with dust on your tire and when the need to swerve arrives your contact patch has debris on it that can cause a loss in traction. I like to use the dotted lines and find my slalom course through them ceasing when I see oncoming traffic although I do give them 1 or 2 zags so they notice me from a distance

Method 2- Enter the corner late and take a late apex. Coming into the corner late then making the turn allows me to find an apex that will simulate a real corner and get some lean time in. Often I can do several in one big sweeper.

Leaning and cornering is what makes motorcycling fun and to the non-riders out there please understand this. If you are the slowest one in traffic (read- tourist in a motor home) let us by before the twisty sections come up. Trust me, you won’t see us for long and it is these corners (which scare you) that bikers have ridden for days to experience. Pull over. Being behind you is a safety concern as a bike is unable to see ahead for road obstacles etc.

Riding without leaning is like golfing without clubs, pancakes without syrup or sex without a partner. You just don’t get the full experience.

Traveling through Ontario’s north is an exercise in patience. It’s a big province to cross taking 3+ good, full, looong days of driving to complete. Luckily I had a few stops to make to break it up. There are some nice lake areas to see and, if you are into fishing, Ontario has it in abundance. There are boat rentals at almost every body of water or just fish from the shore for walleye, pike, bass and muskellunge. If I had a bit more time I’d go try to catch dinner.

It seems some of the rough roads of Saskatchewan have loosened a luggage bracket so I am going to go over the bike and tighten things up. I don’t want her being too loose a woman.

Cheers

Daryl Makk

She has a name!!

Well after a few weeks of running a contest, some debating amongst my esteemed panel of judges (read-drinking buddies) plus an online poll of the best contenders one name has emerged victorious over all others.
I shall now refer to my new bike as Wild Blue Mama - Road Seductress or Wild Blue or Wild Blue Mama for short.
A close second was Touresa, which had a nice ring to it, but did not follow the contest rules. The first letter of the bike's name had to come from one of the letters in the factory monicker (K1200RS). Hmmm, no T in there but Touresa  is a cool name none the less. Perhaps I'll use it for my second bike I plan on buying in the fall. One can never have enough bikes.

Road Seductress...I suppose so as I have already put almost 10,000 km on her since getting the plates and registration done just a month and a half ago.
Her first trip was a helluva test for an unknown bike. We just released the video of the maiden voyage.

Episode 12,  the return leg will be out soon.

This week I'll be riding Wild Blue Mama out to the KGB show in Crawford Bay, BC. Come join me for the funniest outdoor show this summer. Maybe we can go for a ride and you can chase Wild Blue Mama  thru a few twisties?

Once she is parked for the night I'll be at my campsite sipping a few cold ones. Please bring more ! It can get very dry around a campfire.

So far I have been very impressed with the bike.

 It has great power with the same fuel economy of my old bike. It handles like a dream. The comfort level is much better than my old bike and I cannot say enough about how awesome it is to have real cruise control for the straight sections. It gives much needed relief to the right wrist after holding the throttle down for hours.

I do have one small niggling complaint and it is one I have with many motorcycle manufacturers. The windshield (or windscreen if your prefer) is made for a runt! I'm talking a runt of 5'9" or shorter. Have the factories not clued into the fact that many many riders, especially in North America, exceed 6 feet in height? Because of this too low windshield I am constantly buffeted and putting up with excessive wind noise. Even with earplugs it is a bit much on a long day and this bike was designed for long days in the saddle (which is a very comfy saddle for my meatless arse).

Currently I'm seeking a solution. I purchased a Laminar Lip that gave some relief but not enough. I am now looking into a taller windscreen to test. If you know of any progressive thinking company that makes one please let me know.

Cheers

Daryl and Wild Blue Mama

You'd think the city would be more advanced?!?!

I recently did a trip through beautiful (but often pricey) British Columbia to the coast and Vancouver Island. 3 great days in Victoria, the provinces capital city, with great audiences at Hecklers Comedy Club. My room was nice, comfortable, flat screen TV, mini bar, comfy bed, all the things you'd expect from a nice hotel but no internet... at least not in my room. Lets chalk up a FAIL for the Ramada Inn.

Granted it was a technical glitch with a downed router in my wing of the building forcing me to spend hours on the lobby couch to grab a wifi signal, update my web sites, answer tons of emails while collecting a lot of stares from the other hotel guests. I suppose pants would have been a good option.

After my shows I had a full day to kill so I trekked out to Salt Spring Island which was just off the coast of Vancouver Island. Salt Spring had been beckoning me for some time now as I had heard stories of its beauty, nice towns and remote feeling from society's matrix of a jungle. Hippies, artists, recluses and nature lovers. Sounded fun and I needed a day to decompress after all my couch time in the lobby.

I made the ferry crossing at Crofton BC which smells like a big fart due to the pulp mill on its shore. Like a mechanical sore it made the otherwise pristine coast line look industrial. When facing the water, waiting for the ferry, my advice is don't pan left with your gaze as the belching smoke stacks, cargo ships and cranes ruin the coastal retreat image.
Waiting for the ferry, whose schedule was more like a list of unaccomplished goals, I used the local restroom which had a sign telling people to not steal the toilet paper. I suppose the pulp mill was over charging for paper goods and there was an underground market for butt-wipe? Luckily I was not in need of this highly sought after paper product.

Nothing would be worse than sitting in a stall worrying about TP muggers!

The ferry, once it finally showed up, took me to a quaint town called Vesuvius. A name also shared with a famous volcano that once wiped out the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum in AD 79. I only hoped this Vesuvius would not turn out to be as deadly.
20 minutes later the ferry deposited me on the shore of Salt Spring and this small town which I quickly rode through before realizing the few buildings clustered at the shore was the town. Oh well, there was more island to see.

  
The roads have lots of corners to enjoy but the pace needs to be a bit relaxed. My 1200cc machine was a bit large for the roads and never got over second gear...but it was fun. Watch out for deer and wild turkeys on the road!
I had yet to camp this summer and my quest was a campsite, on the island, within short distance of food. I don't bring cooking gear on my motorcycle trips so nearby eateries are a must.
A place called Moby's won my vote. A view of a harbour filled with sailing vessels, owned by other travellers out seeing the world via their favourite mode of transport, a boat. Sea Bikers I silently dubbed them.
It was wing night so I requested 2 orders and a salad to counter the guilt. What was served was unlike any other pub order of wings. Presentation is a thing of pride and Moby's made my pub food look like a proper dinner.
I dined alone on a magnificent deck, looking at the Sea Bikers and wondering why the locals were inside, where it was warm and stuffy, instead of out on the deck with the warm, fresh air? Perhaps they had grown weary of the outdoor beauty or they were drunk. I munched on the bird limbs and felt I was winning and they were losing.

Camp was only a 5 minute commute back. A well kept place called Mowhinna Creek Campground.
The native name had me thinking I could maybe trade pelts for a site, commune with the indigenous people and get back to nature. While I day dreamed of going back in time and meeting the locals it was not to be.
What was surprising is, after setting up my nylon condo I discovered I had, in my campsite, what The Ramada could not provide. High speed, wireless internet! The whole campground was wireless! A six pack on ice, purchased on the way to camp, was my mini bar, my inflatable mattress pad and sleeping bag was my comfy bed and my laptop was my flat screen TV. I then took a pic with my laptop and uploaded it to the web right from my site! Take that Ramada, a campground has you beat!
In case you are wondering what that is on my knee, I had to use my glove to hide the glare from my mirror. I knew the pic was not going to win awards but it was something I was unable to do from my hotel. Chalk one up for camping with technology.

Nature provided the wake up call with song birds at Kick-the-rooster-in-the-head-to-wake-it o'clock in the early morning. I just soaked it in and went back to sleep for another hour or 2 I could brag I slept in until 8:00AM.
I was packed and out of there by 9:00AM (a personal record for early camp departure) and took the ferry back to fart town vowing to come back to Salt Spring soon but not for a mere night.
Soon it was back to the mainland, via another ferry from Nanaimo to visit friends and continue my journey while trying to figure out a way to return to Salt Spring soon. It was just a tease to spend one night there.
Cheers
Daryl Makk

Maiden Voyage (Mother Nature you can sure be a bitch at times)

I have just completed a 4 day, 2000km trip on my new (to me) bike, a BMW K1200RS. It was a nerve wracking to think I was about to do this on a bike I didn't know very well but I had to go, there was a gig waiting.
Here is the map link of the trip.
Here is the story:

Day 1
I was greeted by chilly grey skies with light on and off rain. The electric liner Synergy jacket was out of the side bag shortly after hitting the highway. With just 2 light layers under that I was toasty in the wind chill my speed created in the +8C air. I made it to Canmore where I usually stop for breakfast. I am not one for making a big meal early in the morning but I'll eat if someone else prepares and an hour of riding had my appetite turned on full.
Leaving Canmore AB with myself and the bike freshly fueled I soon hit more rain. It was going to be one of those kind of trips I started to think then it stopped...and started...and stopped. At least the temperature had gone up slightly then the rain started again...then stopped.
I turned onto the Icefield Parkway, bought a park pass and settled into dry roads for about an hour then it rained some more, complete with a drop in temperature down to +5C. It was a light mist, just enough to keep building up droplets on my helmet visor. Annoying. The new tires felt good and gave me confidence with their traction. I had Metzlers on and had never owned a pair before now. So far so good.

The Synergy heated liner was keeping me warm and it was only set on low. It was nice to know I had 2 higher settings should I need them.

My winter gloves combined with the heated grips and the good weather protection the bike's fairing gave me made me feel warm. The weather protection was much better than my last motorcycle (see blog post on Bandit review) but was not in the spoiled category some of the big touring rigs offered. No worries, I like a bit of sport in my touring.

The bike felt amazing and pulled strong. Passing was a breeze and on dry stretches I tried out the cruise control. Yes it has cruise, not a throttle lock but high end, electronic, hit the switch and let it maintain a steady pace. This feature I liked because it was easy for this machine to build speed so smoothly that you suddenly found yourself at a rate of velocity that meant a speed tax. The whole concept of some abitrary number posted on a sign really is silly as different conditions and different vehicles had different safe cruising speeds...but I digress.
I had no desire to meet one of those tax collectors with a badge and set the speed where I thought would be within the range of "okay". A good cop will let you fudge a bit over but a bully that hasn't been laid in awhile may choose to write you up. I'll save that discussion for another post.
As I climbed the mountain pass to the icefields themselves, expecting things to get worse, the temperature started to climb. Huh? Grey skies + increase in altitude usually create the opposite effect but it was getting warmer and the skies, almost as if they were constipated, tried to grunt out some sunshine and then... there was light grey. Ahhh.
I was treated to brief moments of sun for the rest of the day and the rain was over. I made it to Grande Cache as dusk was arriving to close the day. Including stops for shooting video I had been on the road for over 10 hours yet it felt more like I had just been out for an afternoon ride. I was really beginning to like this bike.
Day 2
I had opted for a bed and breakfast and after some coffee and a quick meal I had the bike loaded up with a smile. The clouds had parted and big patches of blue framed in glorious sunlight greeted me for the day's ride. The Synergy liner was stored away. Time to do some real riding with warm roads.
The highway north out of Grande Cache is lightly travelled so I was able to open the throttle a bit on the corners. She handled like a dream. Rock solid and smooth. It is the refined smoothness of the bike I was really enjoying. My only peeve was the wind buffeting. Although the fairing and windscreen gave good protection the windscreen was designed for a shorter rider, as far too many motorcycles seem to be.
As such it was tossing the airstream right at my head causing noise and turbulence. The only relief was to do speeds that would put my license in severe jeopardy, uh, er...  so a little dial told me...once or twice. This machine was built in the land of autobahns and no speed limits. Over here in North America we have too many duckass drivers to allow this freedom. I made a note to look into windshield modifications like an add-on wing deflector, like I had seen in a few bike magazines, to fix this slower speed buffeting.

A quick photo opp at Mile Zero in Dawson Creek BC was in order.
Here I was, on a bike that came from Florida and I was now at the beginning of The Alaskan Highway.

The bike almost looks like it is smiling in the pic.
I was making good time, the bike was running great and just before the last 25 km stretch I had to stop above the Peace River. Normally a nice view but Mother Nature decided I was having too much fun so she hit the storm switch. I just had enough time to zip my waterproof vents shut and change gloves.

Rolling into my destination, Fort Saint John, was less than fun. Large trucks, (of which the north seems to have an endless supply) were kicking up spray with mud that seemed imbedded in the road too. I think it even wiped the smile off the face of my bike, I know it did for me.

Although my gear kept me dry as I rolled into "The Fort" it was not how I expected the day to end and I was a bit grumpy. I unloaded the luggage and covered the bike. I had brought my bike cover as shiny  Beemers of this type are rarely seen so far north. Let's just say towns with the word Fort in the name sometimes have people with little respect for others or other's their property and they have most likely been drinking. I've seen people roll out of bars in small towns and just turn nasty. Best I put my sun faded, bird poop stained cover on my motorcycle so she blends in I figured.
A quick shower and dinner then it was off to the gig. A small dinner theatre, full of women (from some social club), was the audience. Usually those can be fun but when it is a group of women that live in a town with the word Fort in it, some etiquette goes right out the window it seems. Little things like, you paid good money for the show why not shut the fuck up and listen? Stop texting from the front table? You can gossip, gab and yak after you've had a good laugh.
Not this gaggle of gals, or at least 40% of the crowd which ruined it for the ones that actually had some class. I managed to do my hour but it was like riding a bike with square wheels. Thankfully my BMW was under a cover, back at the hotel unable to witness the half-birth, half-abortion of my jokes as I desperately tried to hold their nano second attention spans. Mouthy, young trophy wives who felt their shit didn't stink, but it did. I felt sorry for the men who had to sleep with them on a regular basis. Meanwhile I kept doing my act feeling like I was drowning

I kept thinking "I rode 2 days to do this?" Then I remembered the warm sunny day, winding roads and changed my thought to "They paid for my bike trip and I just have to make the ladies, that are listening, laugh." Thanks all 43 of you. You other broads need to learn manners.
Day 3
At least the hotel was nice with a bed that was comfortable because I slept solid and dreamless. However, I awoke to a bitch. Drawing the curtains back I saw dark grey clouds then rubbed my eyes as I thought I was still sleeping. Did I? Yes I just saw snow falling. Its #@*#ing June!?!
There it was, slushy, sleety, wet snow. I looked down on my bike where a small amount was starting to build on the cover. This was going to be a long day.
I was up fairly early so decided it may be best to have breakfast and let the sun do its thing overtop the clouds and maybe the day will warm up. Several cups of coffee, 3 eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns later it had not. I started packing to get a jump on this as it would have to be warmer south of here and that was where I was headed. The snow was melting as it hit so, the roads were wet but no accumulation ...yet.
Clicking the side bags on and strapping down my duffle full of camping gear (which I was sure I was not going to use as I had planned) my thermometer needle was hovering just above zero celsius which is where water starts to freeze.
I put the key in and hit the starter. She fired up right away and settled into a steady idle. Not bad for a bike I was sure was feeling snow for the first time.
The weather was to be like this no matter which way I went home so I opted to not do the mountains again. Weather reports only give you average temperatures and with mountains there are too many elevation changes where this wet snow could freeze and I preferred to keep the bike upright.

Within a few hours I should be out of this snow and perhaps just rain I thought. Mother "The Bitch" Nature only agreed with me for about 30 minutes. It turned out to be an all day
sleet/snow fest.
My electric liner was turned to high, the heated grips were put on high and so, I pushed on, occasionally wiping slush off my visor. The ground had retained heat from the previous day to keep the snow melted, my wind chilled helmet visor was not as effective.
The bike hummed along as though this was normal and never skipped a beat.
About 6 1/2 hours into this wet day my gear developed a flaw, or rather I helped it. Slush was building up on my arms, which was fine. The Tourmaster jacket was waterproof. I even left some napkins and tissue in one of the front pockets to test the waterproofness. They remained dry for the whole trip. however the jacket was not "take things for granted" proof.
Heat from my sleeve melted the slush underneath where the wind could not blow it off and water started to run down my arms and into my gloves. I felt my hand get wet then my finger tips filled with a bit of water. Heated grips or not this became cold in the wind blast. The last hour was hell and my feet were feeling chilled too as I tried to convince myself that my Tourmaster Solution waterproof boots were not leaking. The cold, wet numb report I got back from my feet had me doubting them.

I had set a time to be off the road and made it to Whitecourt Alberta at almost that exact time give or take 15 minutes. Wet snow was still coming down and the chill from wet gloves was taking its toll as my hands seemed to suck cold from my body or was it send cold into my body? No matter, I was feeling the effects.
It took only 90 minutes to change me from toasty and dry to cold and miserable. I felt like my first highway tour I did many, many years ago with improper gear. It sucked to feel like this.
I found a cheap mom and pop motel with a room I could park my bike right in front of. I prefer these when on a bike trip as it makes loading and unloading easier plus the piece of mind that I can keep an eye on my ride. How I would do that while sleeping like a log had not been worked out but I felt confident she would honk and wake me if any bad people came.
I opened my room and was greeted with a blast of warm air. The base board heaters were doing their thing and I needed to warm up and dry out as my teeth had just started to chatter. My oasis of salvation was in a cheap motel in Whitecourt. Who would have thought?
Taking off my boots I felt my socks and they were dry as a bone. I blame the cold wet hands for sharing their nerve readings. The boots did fine but my body had to fight too much heat loss with my wet hands so the feet were starved of warm blood too. One could buy heated socks but I don't plan on riding like this ever again...or at least not often.
I had to keep my helmet visor cracked most of the day as the cold, dampness kept fogging it up and glasses were impossible to keep clear. I had ridden in cold weather before but not quite like this. Lucky I am farsighted and don't require glasses for driving but it does fatigue the eyes a bit more.
I had my Oxford Comfy neck tube and an Oxford balaclava on to keep my face warm. Even when a bit damp these did a great job of fending off cold.

Did my gear fail?
No. It held up admirably keeping me warm and dry for over 6 hours of horrible riding conditions. A day most sane riders would have pulled off the highway long before they had slush build up on their arms and melt down into the gauntlet of their gloves. I had to make a certain distance if I was to make my next gig so I rode for about 3 hours longer than I would have liked, if I can even say  "liked"about that ride at all.
Once that cold water hit my hands the chill was on. I had been dry and had I not been so reluctant at clearing slush off my arm, that last hour would not have been hell. I hung the gloves over a radiator and let them drip as the heat dried them out and drip they did as a lot of water had flowed in. The stiffness I had reported in my earlier blog seemed to have gone out of them and I'm sure this good soaking helped. I hoped they did not stiffen up while drying.
I then treated myself to a hot shower, ordered pizza from across the lot , ate and watched a movie. I tried to do email but lucky for my tired eyes there was no internet. Sleep came early and I hoped "The Bitch" was out of snow by morning.
Day 4
I awoke and reluctantly pulled back the curtains. It did not appear as though the sun was up judging by the dim light sneaking thru. I was right. Cold grey skies met my eyes but no snow or rain. Things were looking up! My duffle, with the camping gear, had frosty snow frozen on it so that was exciting.
A nearby restaurant had internet so I quickly checked the forecast. No rain expected but I'd have to go further south to get an increase in temperature. The gloves were almost dry so I made sure the grips had a chance to warm up before leaving.
A few hours later I was in Rocky Mountain House, AB and for the first time in over 24 hours my thermometer started to climb. A quick lunch and back on the road with 11C on the dial.
By the time I got close to Calgary I had to peel off a layer of clothing as "The Bitch" turned back into good ol' Mother Nature again.
After 4 days, 3 seasons and 2000 kilometers what did I think?
I was impressed with the bike. She ran wonderfully and had similar fuel consumption to my last ride but with more power and comfort. I had bought a good machine. Phew!
All my riding gear worked very well, so despite the day of bitchy snow, I was a happy rider. I even had enough time for a nap before my show that night.

Maiden voyage report is complete.
 Thanks for reading along.

Daryl Makk

It is the eve of the maiden highway voyage for me and my new ride and she put a scare into me last night. Pulling away from a traffic light the bike just died after half a block. No power, just coasted to a stop.
To say I am a bit nervous about this trip would be an understatement.
I still do not know her very well, there is no warranty, I have a 4 day trip coming up and the motor just quit. I felt like I was sinking into the road. This cannot be happening!

 I have a corporate gig that is up north and it would allow me to ride up through the Icefield Parkway en route to it. The Icefield Parkway is a ride I wanted to repeat after last year (see episode 9) and now it is to be the maiden voyage complete with new gear..,if I can get the bike fixed.

The forecast looks like it will be fine, not great as mother nature would never want me to have a sweet warm day to kick off the 2011 riding season, but it should not snow. If you ride through the mountains you know this does not sound out of place in early June and that is good enough for some riders and I am one of them. No snow means its biking weather.
I have been itching to do a highway trip and test out my new to me K1200RS and this is to the christening. When I toured on Suzy B I had the piece of mind of having a warranty the first 2 years. This bike's warranty has long since expired. It is luck and'or my wallet that will get me home should anything go wrong. I keep telling myself it won't but the little voice that disagrees is now pointing at my dead bike and getting louder.

I just had installed a new set of spark plugs with a bit of help from my riding pal Carl. Carl had recently rebuilt a very nice Honda Blackbird from parts and the bike is one sweet ride seen here next to my K bike.

Lets just say he knows his way around tools so I went to his shop to perform some basic maintenance and tap into some of his mechanical knowledge so the bike could get a good going over prior to the trip.

I learned the fairing panels on my bike take some getting used to, as those crafty Germans made it almost like a motorcycle Jenga game, but in reverse. The way the body panels fit together is bizarre to someone used to Japanese bikes but once I saw how they did it and why, the parts meshed with logic.
To get at the spark plugs requires the removal of the left body panels which opens access to a whole lot more. So we decided, to make sure nothing was amiss and pulled the fairing panels from both sides to inspect everything. Sorry that I have no pics of us ripping apart my new ride as time was tight so we focused on the task at hand.
To check the air filter meant unbolting the fuel tank but with 2 people it is not necessary to undo all the connections. You can however bump and loosen things while down there.

This I learned the hard way, on the side of the road. Since the sun had just gone down and the sky was losing light I was quickly on the phone to Carl. I was maybe 8 blocks from where we had just worked on the bike. He was on his way to diagnose it.
It had felt like it was fuel starved when it died so I checked all the fuses in case the one for the fuel pump had blown. Nope, I had a full set of operational fuses. "Now what?" I thought just as Carl and his buddy Tony pulled up.
Soon we had the seat off, grabbed the tools and were pulling the fairing panels off again but now it was right on the street.

Soon we found the connection we had bumped while moving the tank. There was a friction fit vacuum hose that had come loose and it  had something to do with the fuel delivery and I made a mental note to remember where they were. It was a simple push to seal the connection and the bike fired right up!

Hugh sigh of relief. 


No mechanical problem, just a goof up on our part.
I am positive she will be a reliable ride and think maybe that was just her way of saying "Gotcha!" just to mess with my head.

Its now late and I am going to attempt to ride over 7 hours on her tomorrow. I should be asleep, resting right now but these first voyages on new-to-me bikes are always like Christmas Eve to a young child. I don't want to miss anything by sleeping!
Maybe I should leave out some milk and cookies or some oil and spark plugs...just to make sure.