24 MOTORCYCLE MOJO SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2019TRAVEL NOVA SCOTIA
Story & Photos by John Lewis
An adage that’s proven
itself time and time again
during my moto-touring
adventures
Another Opens
When One Door Closes,
I
t took me a moment to realize that the rat-a-tat-tat
sounds on my helmet were from sleet. My visor,
usually one to stay dry and clear, was fogged up and
wet inside and out. My visibility was blurred, and
I, even with earplugs, couldn’t miss the thunder – which
sounded very angry – that let me know that the weather
had gone from bad to worse. Then, a white light almost
immediately illuminated the outer edges of my visor.
Lightning. Behind me. And close. Drat!
I was riding west out of Canso, N.S., and had climbed
up to a windswept plain where the trees were stunted and
many had few or no leaves at all. The highway seemed like
the highest point. Wait a minute. I was on the highway. I was
the highest point. I needed to get off of this road. And fast!
Five minutes back, I had passed what I thought was a
general store. It was the only manmade structure I’d seen
for a while. I did a quick U-turn – it was easy: there was
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