Motorcycle Mojo – September 2019

(C. Jardin) #1

weather, or if I hadn’t just ridden past

Holger’s shop, or if it was a general

store and not a bike rider-friendly

motorcycle repair shop, or if Holger

didn’t have a buddy who just

happened to have a cabin that was

available at an affordable, biker rate.

Like I said, when one door closes,

another opens. That was proving to be

a theme for the trip.

A Lucky Sign

On my way to Cape Breton to ride the

Cabot Trail, I pulled into Antigonish

for some fuel for both my bike and me.

When I came back out on the highway,

the bike felt a little funny. Often this

can be caused by an odd road surface

and as soon as the pavement changes,

the problem goes away. But I paid close

attention. It wasn’t getting better; it was

getting worse. I pulled over at a level


the cross street. I got off my bike and

immediately found that the rear tire



the driver where I was so I could call

CAA. He pointed at a sign. It was a

billboard for a Yamaha dealer. I said,


  • and for that I need CAA.” I didn’t

understand what he was going on

about because the sign was surrounded

by trees and bush; there weren’t any

buildings in view. He said, “No, that is

the dealer. That is the entrance to their

driveway.” Turns out that the dealer

was 300 metres up the driveway and

couldn’t be seen from where I was. I

called the number on the sign, and a

young guy from the dealership brought

out a truck and trailer and we took my

fully laden bike into the shop.

They didn’t have the tire I wanted,


so I was on my way in slightly more

an hour. I reached Baddeck on Cape

Breton Island, my planned destination,

in plenty of time. Am I lucky or what?


on a major highway, in this case Hwy.

104 just outside of Antigonish, getting

one about 75 metres from the driveway

to a motorcycle dealership on Pomquet

River Road is the way to do it. What are

the chances? I was beginning to think

they were quite high. One door closed.

Another opened.

Beers and a Book

On another occasion, I pulled over in

Kentville, N.S., to see how far I was

from Parrsboro. The GPS reading said

98 km. I called to tell my cousin that

I was on my way and would be there

in about an hour and a half. I wanted

to go straight there because, of course,

the forecast was for rain. I entered the

destination into my GPS, which worked

out the route: the display indicated I

was going to have a 344-km ride. Ah


straight across the Minas Basin. I called

again to say I’d be there the following

day and set out for Blomidon Provincial

Park instead.


lady who was the park employee who

would sign me in. Also there was a

park volunteer – a lady closer to my

age – who helped out. Turns out she

was a motorcycle rider and enthusiast.

After all of the laughs and stories, I

took about half an hour to get out of the


was a sign that said that alcohol was

banned from the park. Well, I hadn’t

picked up any, so that wasn’t going to

be an issue.

About 10 minutes after I arrived at

my campsite and while I was setting

up my tent, the volunteer showed up


and a book. She surreptitiously handed

me the bag – there was cold beer inside

  • and said to be discreet. The book she

gave me was a one cm-thick tourist

guide called Motorcycle Tour Guide:

Nova Scotia & Atlantic Canada, which is

written by Harold and Wendy Nesbitt.

It is a veritable treasure trove of motor

cycle routes, sites, accommodations,

etc., and became a valuable part of my

tour planning. So, I couldn’t make it to

my cousin’s place. So what. Instead, I


paper bag, reading my new book and

enjoying being in the outdoors – until

morning, at which time I broke camp in

the rain. Overall, a great experience that

would have been missed had things

gone according to plan.

Fort Ingall

You might call my trip to Nova Scotia

this year my Rain Ride of 2019. I don’t

mind the rain – even riding in the





A lonely canoe sits idle amongst

the mists of a calm lake at the

cabin Lewis happened upon.
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