Clear skies and lots of sun; another great
day for riding on the Trans Labrador Highway.
After a quick breakfast of the usual raw oats with peanut butter chips
mixed in, we were on the road again. It
didn’t take long before the unexpected happened; Amanda’s bike ran out of
fuel. She usually gets around 450 km to
a tank, but for some reason she was a bit thirstier than usual; could it be bad
fuel? It could be a while before someone comes along
to rescue us.
Not to worry! Luckily we have our trusty siphon DeerslayR
gave us back in New Jersey. Besides the
one time we had to use it to get DeerslayR out of a jam, this will be the first
time we had to use it on our trip. I’ve
wondered whether or not we’ll use it at some point.
With my IMS aftermarket fuel tank, I can
average around 600 km to a tank; plenty to go around in times like these. Only problem is in order to get the fuel
running out through the siphon, we needed a container placed lower than my fuel
tank. Hopefully this Zip-Lock bag does
the trick.
Not sure how much fuel to transfer in, we
poured only a little at a time. As a
result, Amanda ran empty 3 times and we repeated the whole process. We even did the ol’ tipping of the bike on
its left side to salvage whatever fuel that was remaining in the tank. It was a tedious process since our Zip-Lock
bag could only carry so much fuel at one time; what I didn’t want to end up
happening was having the both of us stranded without any fuel. Slowly, but surely we made it to Port Hope
Simpson and refueled.
We were interested in taking the ferry to
Battle Harbour, but the price was not in our budget.
If I were to pick the sketchiest section of
the TLH, my vote would have to be the section right before Red Bay. Construction crews probably laid fresh gravel
over the road because it felt almost like riding in sand. Amanda remembers having a holy $#*! moment
when she nearly hit an oncoming truck head on.
The soft gravel had her slipping and sliding to the other side of the road
until instinct and experience told her to add a little more throttle to correct
the bike’s position. The driver of the
truck also helped when he noticed Amanda swerving and decided to slow down
almost to a complete stop. Phew; another
close call.
We stopped at the visitor’s centre in Red
Bay to get information on the ferry in Blanc Sablon to Newfoundland. A reservation is necessary if travelling by
car, but not so much on a motorcycle.
We stopped at a convenience store to top
off on fuel and started chatting with the lady working there. She had mini pizzas on sale for cheap and we
decided to have dinner there. One thing
led to the next and before we knew it, she gave us directions to the perfect
spot to pitch our tent…
…next to Point Amour Lighthouse
It was quite windy along the coast so we
set up our tent next to an abandoned warehouse close by to shelter us from the
wind
It was my turn to start feeling a little
under the weather so Amanda went out to pick blue berries for much needed
vitamin C. What a gal!
Hopefully this will help my body to
recover…we shall see.
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| 259 km
No
fuel in the boons.
Almost
run over by truck.
A
lot in one day.
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