Trip Start Jul 26, 2009
13Trip End Aug 05, 2009
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One problem with the ferry is that there's no "preferential loading" for motorcycles. So, when you get off the boat, you're stuck behind large and slow moving vehicles. Most people are happy to give you a little extra elbow room to pass, but geez, Mr. "Slo-Mo from Idaho", move *over*! These bikes are ready to roll around these twisty-road-bits, and you're hogging the road! This guy didn't even move over on the double-lane "pullout" section
It's funny, how many different things you can focus on, all at the same time. The lake and the mountains and the road were so beautiful, and I was taking it all in. But at the same time, my focus on the road was razor sharp, anticipating each new turn. I realized I was even noticing when Shawn's bike would take a slightly different line through a corner as he skimmed around something like a single small pinecone on the road. I just felt very plugged into the whole experience, and it was wonderful.
Until it happened...I had an unfortunate "wardrobe malfunction"! The zipper on my trusty ol' leather jacket gave up the ghost. It is not easy to ride when your jacket is inflating like a balloon from a gaping hole over your chest. It feels like someone is trying to tug you backwards off the motorcycle. It was so sad...I tried in vain to keep using my trusty ol' jacket, which I have owned roughly forever. I kept hoping that if I was just really really careful about zipping it up perfectly then it would stay in place. Nope. So, I threw the jacket in the saddle bag, and rode without it.
Tony H helped with a little over-the-phone remote roadside assistance, trying to help me figure out where I could buy a new jacket
Actually, the man was quite helpful, but the closest place was "DD's Playground", and although DD herself is a lovely woman, the place had jackets of a highly questionable design. The store was half biker gear and half, um, *adult* gear. Shawn was laughing his ass off, and posted silly pictures of the women's biker jackets with pink-flames done in leather. Happily, all my good friends on facebook got to vote on which of these gems I should buy. lol...sorry, not my style.
On we went. Ultimately, we got to Cranbrook and I found a jacket to buy. But not without one more little snafu...the power in the store was out, so I had to ride to where there was a bank machine, get cash, and come back to pay the man in cold hard cash. Figgers...but on the plus side, now I have a nice new Honda / Joe Rocket motorcycle jacket (never had a proper motorcycle jacket before), and the thing was half price. Awesome deal! Thanks to Ed at the Honda Powersports shop in Cranbrook
Near Cranbrook one starts to realize that the coastal mountains, while lovely, don't hold a candle to the real deal. When you see the Rocky Mountains you can't help but be stunned by their grandeur. This is a truly incredible place to ride.
We crossed the border without incident, and heading into the great state of Montana. It's very nice here...lots of big rolling lumpy-looking hills and plenty of horse ranchers. Our destination was Whitefish, and we rolled into town past the golf course, to find a pretty little downtown core full of touristy bars, restaurants, and shops.
I had the sampler tray at "The Brewery", and I really liked the Big Fog beer, although, surprisingly, the Huckleberry beer was very drinkable. (I know...sounds strange, but what can I say? I liked it!)
Tomorrow we ride into Glacier National Park. But more importantly, tomorrow is July 30, so... Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter, Melissa! :-) I miss you like crazy kiddo, and I hope you're having a great time at camp :-)