You know, I had not thought about going to the Cabot Trail. Good idea, maybe the RT will lean that way for me.
On a previous bike, my first actually a Virago 1100, I rode pretty deep into the fall/winter with a good friend of mine. It was my first year riding and I didn't want to stop, at all. I had decided to take a quick ride around the city and when I decided to start heading home... it was snowing! And no, it wasn't the lite little sprinkle of snow that just covers everything, it was real snow! Northern Ontario real snow!
I had stopped to meet some friends at a restaurant and had something to eat, thinking the snow would stop as well. When we decided to leave, well, I had to brush the snow off the bike, seat, windshield, hand bars... everything, it was completely covered. As it was pretty difficult to see cars, let alone me, it was pretty much a white knuckle drive home! But that still didn't stop me!
Two days later a friend and I took another ride after work. It started getting pretty dark early by that time and it was pretty cold out, but we were loving it - well at least I thought we were! We reached a stop light and had a choice to make; take the long way home by going left, or a more direct route going right.
When we stopped at the light, I looked over to my friend and was shocked to see his moustache, eyebrows and beard were frozen white! He literally looked like a frozen popsicle! I laughed at him and said, I think we should go home now... he turned and just shook his head agreeing and we leaned the bikes right and headed home. That was early December.
The next year, Christmas day, I was in shorts and T-shirt in the morning at my house. It was incredible! My friend called me and said, 'I think we should finish that ride we started last year...' So we dug out the bikes - it had snowed the previous few weeks - met up at our usual spot, drove the same circuit we had the year before and when we reached that stop light, took the long way home!
If it wasn't for that friend, I don't think I would have started riding motorcycles. Unfortunately, as happens so many times in life, people come in and then go out of your life. For some reason, we just seemed to drift apart. I had always thought we would remain close friends, in particular because of the bikes. But, that just didn't seem to be the case for us. But, I will always be grateful that he allowed me to ride his bike, practice on it, and get inspired to ride as much as I do now. For that, no matter where we are in life, I will always thank him.
That is my true Winter riding story. Two men, riding into a cold winter sunset, enjoying every minute of Northern Ontario riding season... to the bitter, cold ,end.
Ride safe everyone!