Thursday, May 31, 2012

Mission Control, we have lift off!

 

And so it begins. I was up at 0600, checking everything over, having a coffee or three and trying really hard not to leave immediately. I had made a promise to a friend, you see. Brunch was to be my send-off.

So I began packing the bike at about 08:30. And finished at 10:00. Good thing I wasn’t on a schedule, lol. I couldn’t believe how long it took me to get everything packed and in place and tied down just so. I would have had to get up at 03:30 to adhere to my original Friday morning 05:00 departure time.

So it is with a sigh of relief that I say thank you Susie, for inviting me to brunch and thereby instigating me to slow down. I believe it has set the tone for the trip. Takin’ it easy – enjoyin’ the ride.

There was another added bonus to having brunch with friends this morning – it allowed another motorcycle-riding friend of mine time to finish up a meeting and then join me on my ride out of the city.

I have had escorts before – usually to a courtroom or a jail cell – but never has someone offered to be my wingman and see me off like this before. My fellow rider accompanied me all the way to Renfrew, under dark, gray and threatening skies – and lent a hand in repositioning and refastening my gear – before turning around to head back to the city and his family.

You are an above-average man, doing above-average things. Thanks Roy.

And now, I am sitting in a motel room……yes, I know – I brought half of Mountain Equipment Coop with me and I am staying in a motel…..but I thought that I should really try to make the end of the first day as great as it’s start was, so yes, I am in an air-conditioned motel in North Bay, digesting a wonderfully cooked medium rare steak and baked potato served to me by a very cute – and sassy – waitress named Rebecca at the local Kelsey’s.

Interestingly, Rebecca appears to be about 20 and remarked to me that she ‘hates technology’. Her cell phone failed to charge because she failed to plug the other end of the cord into the wall.

North Bay folks have  a lower standard for technology than us big city folks I guess. Ah well – keep smiling and making tips Rebecca – Cletus will come by once in a while to check on that dag gum chargin’ thingy for ya’.

 

As noted by my Ottawa-Renfrew wingman when I ‘checked in’ from North Bay via Facebook – I kind of missed Algonquin Park. Just kept right on riding. With nary a thought about shadows of past lives. Just as it should be, I keep learning. Curiously, my older brother – the ‘camping in Algonquin Park when I was 7’ older brother – called me just as I was entering North Bay. He left a message saying ‘I hope you are going to touch base before you leave.’

I am a heel sometimes.

I called him right back – shared a few laughs – felt that ‘older brother / younger brother’ connection – and told my big bro that I love him.

“Ride safely”, he said. “I love you too” he said.

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Life is good. Really, really good.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A Reason For Everything

 

Well, my departure time is rapidly approaching. Faster than expected, actually. Seems there was a scheduling error at work, the result being that I am technically on vacation NOW!

 

This, of course, has given me cause to ponder – and recalibrate – my schedule.

 

My original plan, as you know, was to hop aboard my bike at 0500 on Friday morning, point my front tire west – and ride off into the….uhmmm…..away from the sunrise.

With that time frame in mind, I ordered a new visor for my helmet yesterday. The sales woman told me that it should be in by Thursday – “but not to worry – if it did not arrive before I leave on Friday”, she said, “we won’t charge you any restocking fees or anything.”

 

It arrived today. Of course it did. Why wouldn’t it?

 

The sales woman at the dealership could not believe that it was already in. I kinda’ smiled and said something like ‘neat huh?’

Now I am thinking of a trip revision. I am considering leaving tomorrow afternoon and riding to Algonquin Park. I will stay the night there, at a campsite in the park.

The very same park that I stayed in on the one and only occasion that I ever went camping with my father and my older brother. A trip I remember fondly, even 38 years later. That camping trip left some indelible memories, and helped to form the bond of friendship and love that I share with my older brother to this day.

Serendipitous, then, that a scheduling error at work has led to a chain of thought and revision that leave me revisiting my childhood on a trip that is all about discovering more of me.

And people ask me why I am so happy all of the time.

Isn’t it obvious? Life is exciting. We get exactly what we need, precisely when we need it – even when we have no idea of what it is that we need.

Okay, okay. I am going on about that ‘flaky’ stuff again, lol.

I was honoured with the opportunity to spend this morning with one of the most courageous people that I know – a very dear friend of mine who is currently undergoing chemo-therapy for stage 4 liver cancer. She has not lost the bounce in her step – is still as quick as ever to flash a mischievous smile – and retains such a positive attitude about the challenges that she is faced with that it makes my heart swell to simply think her name.

 

I love you hon. Though I am about to head thousands of kilometers away from you, I will be with you everyday, and thinking of you with every rising sun.

 

So this is my last pre-trip post. The next time that you hear from me I will probably be in Sault Ste. Marie. I will make an effort to post daily, and will be including some pictures in every post. My GoPro videos will be a post-trip project – a way to relive the moments – and capture the magic – all over again.

 

Here are a couple of links to pics and a video from a recent ride to Mont Tremblant with the guys and gals in the CMC.

Tremblant pics

Tremblant video

Though they do not really do justice to that which I am able to experience while in the wind, I trust that they at least convey the idea.

 

Ready?

 

Lets go!

 

Peace and love fellow travelers.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Final Preparations and ‘The List’


Well – it is really getting close now.
10 more days and I am on my way.
I am trying to be diligent. Researching the ‘net for tips and tricks.
Seeking advice on packing and gear.
Creating a list. And checking it twice.
And I think I am now ready. I even did a trial run of just over 400kms yesterday with my bike loaded up with all of my gear. Well – almost all of it. I did not wear my back pack yesterday, which will be an integral part of my trip gear – but I had everything else on board. And I must say, I am very pleased with the results. After a run from Ottawa to Casselman – to Berwick, Finch, Osnabruck, Long Sault, Cornwall – then to Summerstown and Lancaster, and then into Quebec to Riviere Beaudette, Saint Zotique, Salaberry-De-Valleyfield, Chateauguay, Lasalle, Pointe Claire – and then back following the same route to Cornwall – nothing moved more than a little. There was some slight shifting of my sleeping bag under my spider-web cargo net, but other than that there were no issues at all.
Thanks to my $20 Hooker.
She’s a keeper, hahahaha.
Pics of my loaded down bike here.

I also went out on a nice long Calabogie run with a couple of the guys. Too Tall set the run up, and Hollywood and I joined him for what turned out to be a fantastic ride. We danced the 511 like she was made to be danced, lol. Stopped in Almonte for ice cream and later on in the evening went down to South Keys for the Show and Shine at Denny’s. The turn-out was less than stellar – hopefully that will improve as the season gets into full swing.
Calabogie pics here.
And finally, the list. It looks pretty extensive – but believe it or not it all fits into my gear as packed in the pics above – if you include the knap-sack on my back.


See the list here-

PS – Susie, I just want you to know that I think your beauty is exceeded only by your courage. You are inspiring people whom you have never met. I honour you for that. Love ya’ hon.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Walking with the Chief; a $20 Hooker; and Mothers Day


It was a busy weekend, hahaha.
Come on – admit it – the title grabbed ya’.
I will try not to let you down, though I have to say the part about the $20 hooker is definitely not what you are thinking.
On Saturday morning I once again  took part in the Rideauwood ‘Footsteps to Recovery’ walkathon. This year I was asked to co-marshal the event with Ottawa’s new Chief of Police, Chief Charles Bordeleau. Can you imagine? An ex-crack-head booster being asked to lead a very well attended public event alongside – not behind, or in the shadow of – but alongside the city’s top cop.
I have to say, I was humbled.
Less than 90 seconds into the walk the Chief asked me if I would be willing to share my story with him. Heheheh…in fairness, Chief Bordeleau had never met me before so he had no idea – I spoke for 35 minutes about my experiences with addiction, alcoholism, homelessness, and my journey of recovery as it has evolved so far.
I have to say that I am really happy with the compassionate understanding and interest in positive change that I was left feeling on behalf of Chief Bordeleau. There has been much talk in the media and amongst professionals in the helping and corrections fields lately about our current government's stance on drug addicts, addiction fuelled crime, and the need to incarcerate. I am encouraged that OPS will continue through it’s community partnerships to work towards solutions to some of our deepest, darkest problems, rather than bending a knee and appeasing those that would rather believe and profess that there is no darkness in Ottawa. Throwing drug addicts in jail, with no program options or supports, is the very last thing we should be doing. However, akin to sweeping debris under a rug, it has long been seen and utilized as the ‘easy’ fix.
After we completed the 5km walk, the Chief shook my hand and then asked me for my business card as he may wish to contact me in the future. I can say in all seriousness that I much prefer providing my business cards rather than my fingerprints.
Thank you Chief Bordeleau – for a good chat and a great outlook.
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Sunday brought my older brother and sister and I together to visit with Mom for Mothers day. Never predictable, the family gathering went very well and we all enjoyed each others company. Dad was in a lot of pain, but he wore a brave face and really appeared happy to have us all together for a while. Mom thoroughly enjoyed the day and beamed in an almost childlike fashion while receiving her cards, candies and flowers. This is a woman who knows that she is loved by her kids, and that makes this man very happy.
And finally – the hooker. So, I went out to my bike on Saturday afternoon and attempted to give it a pre-trip trial packing. I brought out my tent, sleeping bag, s.i. mattress, bag liner, back pack and a bunch of bungee straps and various tie-downs.
Within 5 minutes I knew that I was in trouble. There was just no way to securely fasten everything that I plan on bringing with me, to my bike. And believe me, I am not bringing any unnecessary items. Some would say that the s.i. mattress is an unnecessary luxury – but I am 45 years old and plan on spending up to 25 nights sleeping on the ground. A 1.5 inch thick s.i. mattress is more along the lines of a necessity.
I carted everything back inside to my apartment and hit the internet. Searching ‘luggage racks’ brought up a ton of choices and possible solutions – all amounting to several hundreds of dollars. *Groan*
And then – inspiration! I hopped on my bike and rode to a local after-market parts dealer – Dream Cycles Ltd – and explained my problem to Lise, who listened attentively and then looked me straight in the eye and said-
“You need a hooker.”
Thinking that I was even more transparent than normal, I was about to ask if I really appeared to be that pathetic when Lise showed me a very simple luggage tie-down device known as – you guessed it – a Hooker.
A little more than $20.00 and 5 minutes later I was back on my bike, with my newly purchased hooker, heading for home. Installation took all of 8 minutes, and my packing woes are over.
Pictorial here:    $20 Hooker
The weekend concluded with a Monday night Meet and Greet at Broadway’s. We had a great crowd – I am sure there were at least 50 CMC members there – including 2 from the newly formed Smiths Falls chapter. A number of new RC’s received their patches, and 2 of them led a great apres-Meet and Greet ice cream ride out to Kelly’s Landing.
GoPro video here: The Rolling Stones and Ice Cream
Okay – this was info packed and long winded. Now it is time to go for a ride before work.
Thanks for riding along,

Thursday, May 10, 2012

So close I can smell it…

 

I am really starting to get excited now. In 20 days I will be throwing a leg over a laden, iron pack-mule otherwise known as a Honda 750 ACE and heading west, with the rising sun warming my back and lighting my way.

I have rather diligently attended to the necessary pre-trip service on my trusty steed, having done my first 5000km oil change of the season last week, had the chain cleaned, lubed and tightened, brakes adjusted and a minor inspection completed. My mechanic noted that I have an exhaust leak at the heads, causing some snap-crackle-popping on deceleration as well as some backfiring. Though he said I need not worry about it, I am bringing my mount back to have new exhaust gaskets installed tomorrow morning.

My mechanic also noted that by the time I get out west I will be in need of new tires. I could get them installed tomorrow – but if I wait it will force me to take a break for an afternoon out west – that could work to my advantage. Though you never know – lets see what tomorrow brings.

I have also spent this morning planning out a loose itinerary. I am starting to think that it might be a little ambitious for the 12 days that I plan on being in the Rockies. In light of that I have sought advice from a fellow rider who has spent a great deal of time riding in BC and the Rockies – and who has been my sage since I started planning this adventure. His advice has certainly helped me to prepare for my journey – so a trip to the Kawartha lakes region and a steak dinner are on the agenda for July.

Here is a link to a google maps plot of my planned trip- using Calgary as a start and end point since Ottawa to Calgary and Calgary to Ottawa are pretty, uhmmmm….lets call it straightforward, lol .

My Epic Motorcycle Adventure

Also, here is a link to my latest Widows Live Movie Maker creation – this time utilizing a slide show of pics taken in Gatineau Park last fall. I think the slideshow format will work well for blog posts on the road – I can edit and upload GoPro video posts when I get home.

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I’m getting butterflies,…..

Thanks for riding along.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Here I go again....

....wow. Cheesy, I know. But man, it was great music to listen to at the time. Come on. Admit it. You liked it too.
Why did I lead in with that you ask? Well, because I am just getting ready to go for a nice leisurely ride to Hawkesbury with about 20 of my friends, and thought to myself, 'right on - here we go again'.

The season is upon us in full force now.
There were probably close to 1000 riders that attended the local swap meet yesterday.
There are more and more of us out on the roads enjoying our own personal expressions of life and freedom.
Motorcycle sales are brisk at the local dealerships.
The scheduled training courses put on by various organizations in the area are booked to capacity well in advance.

And a 54 year old rider lost his life yesterday afternoon. In a traffic collision on a busy city boulevard.
I was not there. I did not see it. I have no idea what happened. Except to say that a rider is dead today, and his passenger in critical condition.

There has not yet been a public identification made. So though I may not know your name - let me offer my rear seat to you today  - come along for a ride. The weather is fine.

Wish you were here.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

If it ain't broke.....

.....yeah, yeah...I know - don't fix it.

I am still very new to this whole concept of blogging and enticing people to follow along, adding feed aggregation, widgets and whosits, and all around trying to make my blog appealing. To that extent I have just added an RSS feed button. However, without feedback, I really have no idea if I did it right. There is also a chance that I managed to un-subscribe my previously loyal followers. If that is the case, please accept my full apologies and do have a good hearty chuckle at my expense. Oh, and then please re-subscribe.

Also, if you have any tips, suggestions or feedback for me - I remain wide-open. While I can sit here and write simply because I enjoy it, some outside influence, commentary or opinion can be the genesis for a whole new thought process and subsequent diatribe. Or discourse.

Not that course.

Of course.

26 days.......and counting.

Enjoy your day, and remember to smile.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Oh God, where art thou?

 

This post consists of excerpts from a paper that I wrote very early on in my journey of recovering from a life of alcohol and substance abuse. It is a little long – and at times disjointed – but then I was a little more disjointed back then too.

Enjoy your day.

 

“When I first came into recovery, and began my Journey of Discovery, I saw what I thought at the time was going to be a major stumbling block for me. You see, a very large component of twelve step groups like AA and NA, in actuality, their cornerstones, is a relationship with God. The saving grace, if you will, for non-religious people like myself, is the tag line, ‘of your understanding.’ The god of my understanding. God, as I understand him. Phew!! Thank God for that easy to swallow pill. Because, quite honestly, I don’t think there is anything, or any idea, that I have less of an understanding of in my life than God.

The text then goes on to make it even easier for people like myself to chew and digest by introducing the concept of a ‘higher power’. I almost stumbled over this, as well, thinking that the text was simply, and only, using the words ‘higher power’, in place of the word God. But the longer that I travel on my personal road to recovery, the more that I understand this is not actually the case. You see, although I may not have even the vaguest understanding of God as an entity, or an ever loving heavenly being, I do have an understanding of a higher power. This is, I believe, because I have a rudimentary understanding of life.

I learned at a very young age, and much to my benefit, that life is not, and was never meant to be, fair. Where I have always run into trouble, however, is in my conceited efforts to try and change that very basic, and true, principle. I have frequently tried to do whatever I can in my life to make things turn out in a manner that I could consider ‘fair’. As long as it was me that life was turning out ‘fair’ for, that is. The funny thing is,  the more I tried to influence the fairness of life, the more frequently I guaranteed myself the short end of the stick.

So then what? Well, how about focusing on making sure that life was turning out fair for the people I cared about. I mean, if I can’t make my own life any better, or more fair, I could at least bask in the knowledge that I was doing everything in my power to make someone else’s life better, right. Yeah. I could be the proverbial ‘knight in shining armour.’ And everyone loves a knight in shining armour. Don’t they?

Well, not only is life not fair, but it is not a fairy tale. That is why we have fairy tales. Because life isn’t. I learned, very slowly, and very painfully, that the knight in shining armour does not a long life have. It seems there are a lot of them out there, and there is always one waiting in the wings to replace the one getting tired. And they are all seeking the same thing. Love and acceptance.

And they say jousting is no longer a sport. Hell, it was my way of life for years and years. Notice I said ‘was’. You see, I am learning. And one of the most important, if not the most important thing that I am learning about is spirituality. For most of my life I have lived with the misunderstanding that spirituality meant religion, and religion meant God. But spirituality, and being a spiritual person, does not necessarily have anything at all to do with either God or religion. It has everything to do with our inner selves. The essence of who we are. The immaterial part of man. Our spirit is that place inside all of us that is all of us. It is the source of our strength, and our courage. And as an addict and alcoholic, I had completely and utterly lost my spirituality. I had absolutely no idea of who, or where, I was in life. I had no idea of how to even begin to love myself, because I didn’t know myself. Sure, I would check in from time to time, through journaling and meditation. But these occurrences only came about during moments of both profound sadness and utter loneliness. Without realizing it, during these moments, I would begin trying to get in touch with myself. I would honestly travel inward, and ask questions of myself. Inevitably, most of the answers to my own questions were also of an honest nature. Answers like ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I’m not sure’.

Well, what did I do then? I allowed my addict to embrace me, of course. Because that was something that I did know. The fear of the unknown was once again removed. For a time, anyway. And in the removal of, or hiding from, the fear, comes a continued inability to learn.

And herein lies the gift. Or, if you like, the miracle.

In entering into the learning of twelve step programs, and through integrating them into my life, MY FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN HAS BEEN REMOVED. As a matter of fact, I now realize, and know, that there is nothing to fear in the unknown. How could I possibly have spent so long being afraid of what I did not know? Is it possible that it was the practicability of discovering something good in and about myself that caused me trepidation? I believe now that that was a large part of it. You see, my addict had spent a great many years ensuring that I learned very little of value about myself. For it is when we start to make those self discoveries that we can, and do, begin to question our addiction, and our ability to continue living with it in the drivers seat. And the very last thing that our addict wants is to have the life of the one it controls to be wrested away from it. It survives through it’s ability to simultaneously rub our backs, whispering ‘it will be ok’ in our ear, while gradually sinking it’s claws deeper and deeper into our spirit.

In my opinion, reinforced through some twenty-six years of alcohol and drug abuse, the ultimate goal of the addict portion of myself was the eventual complete annihilation of my spirit, and therefore, my spirituality. And it is through my discoveries surrounding spirituality, and a ‘higher power’, that the control of my life has been wrested from the talons of my addict.

So what is a higher power? Well, anything greater than myself, of course. My own personal higher power is an energy. Quite simply, it is what I consider a life-force. When a group of like minded people travel a like minded path on a like minded journey to a like minded destination or goal, they generate and share a like minded energy, or force.

To illustrate in a sort of mental picture, I look at life as a pool. At the center of this pool is the sought after destination, or goal. My current life center is sobriety. Now every time that I jump into the pool of life, aiming for the center, I create ripples, or waves. Likewise, so does everyone else who is aiming for the same center. These waves that we create, then, accentuate, and act in unison with, each other. So, by surrounding myself with people who are jumping into the same pool and aiming for the same center as I am, I am able to not only add my energy to the created waves, but to absorb and utilize an energy that has been multiplied to the nth degree.

Now, that is certainly a power greater than myself. That is my ‘Higher Power.’ And it is something that I have at least a rudimentary understanding of. Is it God? I truly don’t know. But I guess that if it is, then I have at least a rudimentary understanding of God too. The really exciting part is that I have a willingness, and a drive, to learn more. And it is through learning about myself, spiritually, that I am able to fully, and honestly, continue these learning's. I have discovered that I have a need in my life. That need is to have ME in my life. And through these learning's, I am learning to love and accept a very, very special person. His name is Joe. And we are staying in touch.”

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

And on the seventh day….

 

…..I am pretty sure he went for a ride.

Nothing that I have ever done before has the ability to clear my head and help me relocate my centre than putting on my gear, straddling the seat, hitting that starter button and rolling on out for a ride. I think that it must be a combination of things - the total focus that is necessary; the feel of the vibration in my legs, hands, feet and torso, telling me that I am now part of something more than myself; the sense of the raw power awaiting a twist of my wrist – almost beckoning, but not quite – more like reminding me. “I am here and ready when you want me.”

Motoring down the open road – feeling the ribbon of asphalt as it undulates and squirms beneath my machine and I, pulling me into it’s corners and dancing with me through the twists – this is when time stops for me. There is no thought of what tomorrow may bring – or even the next hour. There is only now – and when the road, my bike and I are all in tune with each other, that now can last forever. The moment is magical. It is in these moments that I am aware  - I mean, really aware.

Now, I understand that it is not really possible for me to convey the experience of riding a motorcycle to one who has never done so. It would be like trying to describe the taste of chocolate to a person who has never melted a piece on their tongue, or explaining what being in love is like to one who has never been through that butterflies-in-the-stomach, word stammering, palm sweating, oh my god I really think I love…., well, you get the picture. It really is beyond the scope of spoken language.

That is the primary reason that I started up this blog again a few weeks ago. I wished to try to portray the sights, sounds and feelings of riding across this magnificent country on a motorcycle.

I will do my very best, dear reader, to provide you with an accuracy of sensations – and with this in mind I acknowledge that it will require an artistic measure of combining words, music, video and still photos. That artistic measure, I must admit, remains largely undeveloped within me – so please – be patient, and join me as I search for something more.

I hit the road in 30 days from today. But who’s counting, heheheheh.

A little video of a ride I went on with a group of friends last weekend. Remember how I mentioned that in those moments when I, my bike and the road are all in tune with each other that it is a moment of magic. Well let me tell you, when there are a group of us out together, performing in the ballet conducted by the road beneath our tires and scored by the engines between our thighs, this is when – for this rider and this writer – that I am aware that we are all one.

Good morning travelers. I hope that you enjoy todays ride.

Dancing with the road