My second weekend with the bike!
I had actually had a short ride during the week when I took the bike to work. But it was really short, and really slow, being that I live in the downtown core and work is a 15-20 minute walk away. I actually got to work without going above 1st, it was that kind of slow.
But anyways, Saturday I hatched another plan for a long ride.
I scoped out a small lake to the North East of Toronto called Lake Skugog just by Port Perry. I've never been there.
Without using the highway (which I can't use yet with an M1) it was 1 hour and 45 minutes there. So it'd be a pretty hefty round trip.
I was out the door at 5:40am, got some gas, and off I went.
I relied less on the GPS this time. Partially because after about 10 minutes the damn screen turns off and I have no way of turning it back on while on the go. So I just sort of alternated going North and East, with a rough memory of major roads I had read on the map. I figured this was good anyways, in the past 5 years I think I've gotten too reliant on GPS.
It was a really solid ride up in farmland. I started passing more motorcyclists as I went, and I noticed they were doing "the wave". I'd read about it, and seen it once or twice before, but I hadn't actually waved back yet. Too nervous at first, not to mention usually taken by surprise. But it was a long ride and eventually I was on the ball enough to try waving back.
1st attempt: Tried to go high and my hand hit the wind guard on my handlebar. Wave failed. 2nd attempt: Started to stick hand out, but was late, and pulled it back in cuz they were long gone. 3rd attempt: Success! People wave low, about 45 degrees down. Perhaps it's just less precarious as a high wave, I don't know. But I did it!
That was when I was doing about 60km/h. I tried at 80km/h and the wind pushed my hand back so suddenly I almost swerved.
Ok, maybe I'll just nod when I'm going faster. Or be more prepared for the wind.
Anyways, I found Lake Skucog and the tiny spot on the map I was trying to reach. However that last 500m or so was downhill a gravel trail to a boat launch. I chickened out.
I know my bike could do it, but I couldn't yet.
In hindsight I could have just walked down and scouted it out, but I wasn't thinking clearly.
I took some photos, turned around, and headed back.
All in all a pretty great ride. I was back in my door at 10:45am, spending about 5 hours out.
Oh, I did drop the bike once on the way back. Stationary right turn, road was quite uneven, and I failed to notice how uneven it was until it was too late.
Drop count: 6