After settling in to our hotel after a hot day’s ride, several enthusiastic souls set off to the local Harley dealer -unfortunately a combination of distance, road works and being on the cusp of rush hour made this a far more difficult proposition than anticipated.
I had an ongoing issue with the cooling system on my bike and optimistically hoped that a technician would have a look - unfortunately, the message was “Come back in a week”. Fortunately Eagle Rider have more sway than me, so after he and Neville reviewed the situation, Doc had progressed the issue down that avenue the attitude changed markedly. . So, back to the dealership first thing, we watched the bike get wheeled into the workshop and waited. Seems we lucked in - whilst spares were not available they were cannibalised off a brand new bike (wow), and three hours later we were away. I guess there was an upside for all parties - I did buy a pair of boots. Back to Kanloops - a city of about 90,000 people apparently famous as a function and gathering place for all manner of activities, both summer and winter. Some of our group were bailed up by members of the New Zealand Women’s Fly Fishing team, all of whom were from Taupo, who just happened to know Tina, also from Taupo - small world. The city shares a significant drug problem (plenty of evidence at every turn) with most other cities in North America, with opioids being the flavour de jour, with no solutions apparent regardless of the money being thrown at it. I vaguely recall the prospect of brief periods of heavy rain during the afternoon being mentioned at last nights meeting - whilst travelling solo to catch up with the team after repairs (Linda had wisely opted to travel with Doc in one of the vehicles) I was hit by a shower with raindrops like budgies - when the second shower hit I stopped to put on my rain jacket - naturally, the rain stopped shortly afterwards. A slightly different tangent. The biggest selling vehicle in North America is the Ford F150 pickup truck- a fairly big and impressive wagon. I can vouch for this because I experienced one pretty much first hand this afternoon - he was an oncoming vehicle overtaking a line of trucks coming towards me in my lane, and with a combined speed of over 200km/hr things were happening faster than either of us would like and the front of this F150 was getting very big. It was patently obvious to me that unless I took to the shoulder (and quickly), the impact would be monumental. Phew. Whilst the scenery was again varied and spectacular I neglected to take many photos other than the attached. Unfortunately the poor buggers who motivated the shot are barely visible, hanging by ropes half way down a rock cliff working with jack hammers in a cloud of dust - in 35C. Hard yakka. so, showered and ready for our 5:30 meeting- time to find a beer or two. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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