Warning: This RR may contain weird use of the english language.
Hello to you fellow Versys owners!
On this ride, the bike and I found water, electricity, tried to fly, jumped, drifted, took two ferrys, scared children, and peed in cool places.
So here's how it started: Last year, sick of being sick after only two weeks of recovery from a TBI, the plan was made to join a few crazy people from this forum for the infamous IVM.
After a year of not so great recovery, the goal was finally within reach. That body and that brain were going to achieve what they said the'll do a year before.
It's a habit I have of leaving the city for my birthday that is also the national holiday here (ok... provincial), so everithing was just great on paper.
Preparation was thourough for the rider and the bike!
Rider: Gained 30lbs in the last year, so...
-New (to me) gloves
-New (to me) leather Jacket
-Brand new "Safest I can afford" Shoei helmet
-Coms for the helmet for music and navigation.
-Camelbak to minimize unnecessary dehydration and stops.
-Diagnostic and work on the rear brake (more on that later)
-New chain and sprockets (stock gearing)
-SWmotech rear rack
-SWmotech engine guards
-35L Drybag instead of the previous 60l one as kitchen sink wasn't needed after all.
-Stock screen upside down instead of the MRA VARIO
The goal was to leave friday or saturday from Quebec to yoin the others in Nova Scotia for the IVM.
All was going great untill some problems with the new landlord and more importantly the bike needed to be sorted out.
The shop fitted the wrong front tire and put too much oil in the engine...
Saw the oil level saturday, and by the time I saw the writing on the tire the shops were closed.
Sunday (on a nationnal holiday week end) I managed to find a new front tire and get it fitted! Proof contacts are useful!
Exess oil was removed from engine and bike loaded.
It was now pretty much impossible to make the IVM in time as I wanted to be cautious and not ride beyond the limits I now have witch I discovered during the trip are around 500km per day on a good road.
So what does one do when the big plan fails but you desperately need to feel alive and get far far away?
Well, It starts with a pretty simple decision: just start a trip and see where it leads!
Monday June the 24th on my birthday I left Québec and took Route 138 on the north shore of the St-Laurence.
The first few kilometers of a trip are always special.
Everything is clean, working properly and on this particular occasion a rare thing happened: It was sunny on the first day of the trip!! No wet boots! YAY!
Got back yesterday after 2800km.
PS: obviously the framing isn't quite right when you ask tourists to take your picture. Solved that problem for the next ones!