|a 260km amble around|
Jeff was two up on his new-to-him Goldwing and he son was on his dad's Super Ténéré. We left Fergus following the Grand River and immediately came upon two cruisers burbling down the road next to each other. Any questions I had about passing etiquette on other bikers were quickly put aside when Jeff dropped a gear and blew by the two of them without a second glance. They (politely) went into single file so that we could catch the fleeing Goldwing without crossing a solid line.
|Chasing the Noisy River into|
Creemore is always a nice ride.
We stopped for lunch in Creemore and then helped a Harley rider try and jump start his dead, brand new bike (his typical Sunday ride, but I like my dependable, thirteen year old Triumph). He eventually found a local who offered to jump start the bike from a truck. After working up a sweat pushing a Harley up and down Main Street for a several minutes in our modern, textile body armor (while being watched by groups of leather clad bikers who I'm sure felt great kinship with the old fella whose bike wouldn't start, but not so much that they wanted to help), we headed south toward River Road.
|In addition to being a windy road in a|
place that doesn't have many, River
Road also has the benefit of taking
longer than five minutes to complete.
River Road was a rollercoaster ride until we once again arrived on the tailpipe of a cruiser. On any straight this guy would gun it, making a pass impractical (200km/hr passes, while possible, aren't wise on twisty country roads). We spent the last bit taking the corners at floor board friendly speeds.
|The action cam was clipped to a front|
fairing for the twisty bits.
|The wave on River Road|
We wrapped up the ride with a quick blast down the Forks of the Credit, which had the road closed into Belfountain, before heading back to Elora in lengthening shadows.
I got home sun and wind burned and wonderfully exhausted. Can't wait to do it again!
|Dropping into Hockley Valley.|
|That 'Lucifer Orange' paint just pops!|
|Working the corners of the Forks|
|Jeff making a three point turn on a Goldwing 2-up look easy.|
|Forks of the Credit: the road into Belfountain was closed, so a bevy of sports bikes were parked on the road.|
|The artful exhaust pipes on the Tiger.|
|Stopping for a break in Hockley Valley before heading down to the Forks of the Credit|