6 days to go before my cousin’s wedding in
Toronto…
We woke up early in the morning and broke
camp to avoid any hassles from the local authorities for camping on the side of
the road. The only drawback of the
prairies is that you’re out in the open and it is difficult to stealth camp
without being seen. We managed to do it
only because we rode well into the evening and used the cover of night. It’s not the greatest feeling knowing that at
any point while sleeping; a police officer might come along and tell us to take
a hike. Hey, you do what you gotta
do.
We didn’t spend too much time sightseeing
in Winnipeg. It was an in-and-out job
and the blistering heat kept us from diddle-daddling.
We’re on our way to stay with my friend
Kevin near Rainy River, Ontario. I met
Kevin on my first motorcycle adventure when my friend Jason and I rode the once
supposedly “longest street in the world”; Yonge Street.
Entering Ontario for the first time after a
9 month absence
Somebody must’ve forgotten to turn off
their faucet
We arrived at Kevin’s place just in time
before he had to head out for work in the evening.
Kevin is a proud owner of a 1987 KLR, the
first in the series.
I knew my front tire needed replacing when
I checked it this morning and planned on changing it at Kevin’s. Another close call?
Can’t work on an empty stomach, let’s get
some grub first.
For some reason I just could not get the
darned tire bead to sit properly on the wheel.
Amanda and I spent hours inflating, deflating, fidgeting, pulling,
pressing, lubing, and we still couldn’t get the tire bead to sit. At one point I wanted to say “screw it” and
just ride the darn thing as is, but I knew that was rash and unsafe. Somehow, and to this day I have no clue what
I did, the tire bead seated after hours and hours of frustration and sleep
deprivation at 5 o’clock the next morning.
I was relieved the job was done, but I was not a happy camper.
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| 675 km
Yours
to discover.
A province
where good things grow.
Beautiful
water.
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