2016 Alma and the Bay of Fundy

Well, Sunday threatened rain, but it also threatened a weekend without a serious ride, as my brother and his wife were visiting from Ontario, and Saturday was their last day with us on the island.

I'd asked if the boys were up for a ride, along with our friend Mike on his Suzuki Bandit 1250, and Mike offered up Alma as our destination so early Sunday morning I heard a knock at my door as my sister asked me if I was still planning on joining them for a ride. It happens, sometimes you take a back seat and let others do the planning. Wendy made us all breakfast before we rode out to meet Mike, but I left a few minutes early as I needed some cash in my wallet so I could pay the 18.50 toll to get off of the island.

"Meet me at the Irving at 0945"
We few, we happy few.
Borden-Carleton PE to Alma NB and return

 Okay, so what if it was closer to 1015? Mike knows us.

Please may we leave the island?
It's free to come to the island, but they charge you $18.50 to leave by motorcycle, and those two guys on the end? The one on the Triumph Scrambler and the KLR? It's their first time riding a bike across this bridge. :)
Tyler got stuck behind a slow mini van for the entire trip across the Confederation Bridge, all 11kms of it.

 Have a look on the map and you will see that the Confederation Bridge is located at the end of a pretty straight stretch of road. It's darned straight and chock full of RV's and other tourists, along with a smattering of tractor trailers... But none of them take that gem of a road, the 955 along the coast. You won't be dragging your knee on it, but it's a lovely twisty windy bit of road that meanders along the coast and hooks back up with 15 to Moncton further to the North West. Enjoy!

Mike on his Bandit

Ryan on his Mom's Bonnie

Dad on his Beemer

Nate on his borrowed KLR

Tyler on his Scrambler

Somewhere on the road to Alma

Once you get over the Petit Codiac or "Chocolate River" in Moncton onto the Riverview side, it's pretty much one road that leads you straight down to the Hopewell Rocks, The Bay of Fundy, and Alma NB then up and over Fundy National Park. The ride South is the fun bit, and takes you through a few small towns, and along the coast where the world's highest tides have a great impact on the rivers and streams. If you time it right, your ride will be near low tide so you can swing into the National Park at Hopewell Rocks and really see the sights they have to offer. It's a busy park, so if you don't mind colder weather, you will find it not nearly as busy after Labour day in September.

I'll not forget this street name...

You know you're home when you see your last name on street signs instead of wanted posters.
My ancestors were United Empire Loyalists and settled around New Brunswick, and thoughtfully named some mountains, streets after us, then went on to populate the province. :)

The pictures just don't do this justice.
Sorry gang, there are many more shots of this area and the coastline in my other albums that are hot linked at the bottom of the page. 


We got stuck behind some slower moving bikes that didn't have any rearview mirrors

Sigh, all we need is a good stretch of road to pass three bikes at the same time (they aren't leaving enough space for a single pass)

We made it!

Nate got taken up by the local constabulary for excessive speed, his defense was to show them the KLR and all charges were dropped.

Up and over the park!

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Tyler loses it, and BRAPPPPP! He's in the lead!

But, it's a Triumph and was blowing oil past the rings, or maybe he fouled a plug... :P

When we hit the Transcanada 1, we got hit with some sprinkles of rain, and I had to stop in Sackville, so when they stopped roadside to gear up, I waved adieu and took off towards Moncton. Slabbing it back saved me riding in the late afternoon rain for the most part, but it was a bit boring so I'll leave you with these two shots.

Rain clouds over Moncton

Can I sneak by? Yes!!!!
 And it was back to the island for a nice hot cuppa after filling my tank, but alas, the rain came and I tossed my tea and headed for home.

I took more pictures of the gang, as I've ridden out this way four or five times in the past couple of years, so search this blog for 'Alma', 'Fundy', and 'Hopewell' for more.



In memory of Rob Harris

I first met Rob Harris (Ed Arris) in the parking garage of a building in downtown Toronto off of Bloor Street. I was doing a telephone installation in the building, and he had his Daytona 675 Triumph parked in the basement, and two motorcycle enthusiasts chatted merrily for a few moments.

What's a little rain between friends?

A few years later, I was riding across the Trans Labrador Highway with a number of friends, and while on Newfoundland at L'Anse Aux Meadows viking settlement, we bumped into him and his riding partner Jim who were about to do the Trans Lab in the opposite direction, and as Darlene had participated in the Mad Bastard Scooter Rally that he organized, they knew each other quite well and I was formally introduced.

Wow! The new Tenere! I wonder who can afford these?

Later on when I moved out to Prince Edward Island from Ontario, Rob invited me to take part in the 2012 CMG Dusk to Dawn Rally, and I got caught up in Rob and Zac's epic one day rally that just got better and better as the day progressed. Rob struck me as basically a big kid on a mission to make his hobby support him. I was a bit envious, as this seemed a wonderful trick to me.

Later on Rob would comment on the tiny tank of the Honda CRF250L :D
I'd also have to say that I found his reviews in CMG very refreshing, as they didn't pander to the manufacturer, and I found that on the whole, he rendered an unbiased opinion with a humorous and informative manner. I found myself subscribing to his newsletter and reading more of the articles in the magazine, especially the tours and reviews. While he preferred to spend more on meals and accommodations, we really enjoyed the same sort of spirited riding, and I'd often envy the motorcycle jaunts, launches and events that he would attend as a journalist.

We got to chatting more often in one medium or another, and when he found that I was travelling from Ontario to Prince Edward Island he suggested that I stop in Sackville at the CMG downtown office and have a chat. I had to tear myself away, as the conversations would go in many different directions. We'd chat about everything from tea leaves to psychology, and the best bang for the buck in knobbies.

The Rallies? They were just an excuse to share his passion and play ringmaster at his very own brand of circus. And it worked. I was hooked so badly that when I moved back to Ontario, I scheduled a family vacation to visit the island in August so I could attend yet another one. I rode from the Island to Moncton in the pouring rain, and sat outside the diner waiting for him to show up and get the meal started, and I was soaking wet and mostly miserable. He pulled up, and next thing you know, we were smiling, laughing and looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.

Rain? You call this rain? Clearly you have never been to England.

CMG Dawn to Dusk 2014

Clearly that is an Icon Spider


The fast group takes a wrong turn

I bought an old 2001 Honda XR400 off of my friend Willie in Ontario, and managed to work a deal with a friend of a friend who knew someone at Honda that was hauling a trailer from Ontario and would be amenable to dropping into Sackville and kicking the bike off the back of the trailer to Rob who had volunteered to store it for me for a few days until I could collect it. Wouldn't you know that was the very weekend of the worst storm in Atlantic Canada in 50 years? The truck couldn't get to within a kilometre of his place as they needed to turn around and only one parking lot was big enough and had been cleared. He collected the bike and told me that he had no troubles storing it a few days longer if we had trouble getting off of the island. A couple of months later, we collected the bike when he also informed me that the front brake caliper was seized, but lucky for him he was able to slide it through the snow and into the his garage. That off hand remark told me that he had worked a lot harder to make this happen for me, and I was really very grateful to him. He'd gone out of his way to help me out, and knew how excited I was to get that old bike.

You can still see the remnants of the eight foot high snowbanks on the lawn.
Thanks Rob.

The Dawn to Dusk rally got passed over in favour of the new Fundy Adventure Rally, and while I missed the first year of it, I attended the second year, and watched ringmaster Rob at the podium smiling, cracking jokes, and turning a riders briefing into a comedic adventure. His wife Courtney was there as well, and it was clear that they formed a team, and he very much valued her contributions to the success of the rally and his business.

Courtney, can we go now? What about now? Now? What about now?

Later on, I was asked to review a helmet for CMG, so Zac and Rob arranged for it to be shipped out to the island to me. It arrived late in June, and while I reviewed it fairly promptly, Rob suggested some edits to the review, and for whatever reason that I don't fully understand myself, I procrastinated. I avoided it like the plague, and I still can't really tell you why. I finally broke down and submitted it in the late fall, far after the season was over, and in my mind, so too the usefulness of the review. and in response to my apology for taking so long with my rewrite, he told me he simply wanted to tie up the loose ends. I was grateful for that, but still feel that I let him down.

I'd visit Rob at his house in Sackville and he'd tell me the best way to get to and from his place, a little stretch of gravel road that lead practically from his doorstep and right back out to the highway, but avoiding the super highway. Just a beautiful little road with a covered bridge that spoke to me, but not so much the Versys, and with all the rough roads that I favoured, I was tossing fasteners or shearing them. I'd lost a front motor mount, sheared one subframe fastener twice, and when I pulled into his driveway he'd ask "How is the Versys treating you?" and I'd relate my current fastener troubles to him. As I pointed to the subframe fastener in question, I was nonplussed to see that I'd lost it yet again! And when showing him the newly replaced front motor mount, I found to my shock and horror that I'd lost the lower motor mount bolt as well! His response was to offer me a lunch that consisted of salad from his garden, any of the fasteners in his collection, and the keys to his Kia Rondo when it was apparent that the massive bolt I needed was not to be found. I returned with a galvanized fence bolt from the hardware store down the road, and used his tools to bolt humpty dumpty back together again. I'm still riding with fence bolt to this day, so I can respond to questions "How is the Versys treating you?" to "I'm sitting on the fence."

KLR, Konker and F800GS all in one place, including a broken Versys

And it was such a lovely bridge too.

I was riding through Sackville with Suzi on board, and when I dropped in to Rob's place, only to find that he was out, I was fortunate enough to meet with his lovely wife Courtney and we became friends, although it might be that Suzi didn't have a Facebook account while I do. All I can say is that Rob has great taste in women, and that I am truly very sorry for her loss, and that of his two daughters who have lost their father today.

Rob, you made me feel at home here in Atlantic Canada, you shared your home, your food and your passion for riding with me, and I will forever be grateful as I mourn the loss of a fellow rider and friend.