This will be an accumulated post - because most nights I am too tired to post. Truthfully though, one night I was tipsy and decided to practice safe blogging - which means no drunk blogging!
The days have been long, covering 300 - 450 +km per day, which doesn't sound like much to my car driving readers (all 3 of you) but is a lot for my butt, back, shoulder.... to handle. Three tanks of gas per day is enough.
Along the everything is relative theme - the temperatures have varied. Some mornings, or through the mountain passes its been down to 12.5C, which is a bit nippy at100+ km/hr. It's also been HOT. Once it passes 25C I start to feel the heat. Past 30C I start to get grouchy. We hit a high of 40.5- I went straight past grouchy all the way to bitchy! When you are riding along at 40C and the temp drops to 35, due to altitude change or whatever, all of a sudden 35 feels great, when it drops even further into the 20s, all of a sudden I'm thinking about bypassing the afternoon ice cream.
Now I'm going to tie road memories to child birth... Ready? Last year we went on a highway in California we call DH8, based on a series of motorbike road grading maps. My husband thought it was the best road he's been on. I thought it was pretty good too. Today we went on that road again...when we reached the halfway point and stopped for a Rockstar Energy drink (no they don't sponsor me, but I wish they did), First Lobster had a gigantic cheesy grin on his face - the road was everything he remembered and more. He was blissfully happy.
Me? Well, there's a reason women have more than one child. No matter how horrible your labor is, once the nurse hands you that beautiful baby you created, you forget everything bad that just happened. You get caught up in, "That wasn't so bad". When you start labor with the second child, all of the bad memories come crashing back at once and you suddenly remember that labor in fact is called labor for a reason. So at this halfway point, I'm thinking this is the worst road I've been on for a long time. It has everything I absolutely hate! Blind corners, blind corners with elevation changes, no warning signs, tar snakes...the list goes on, none of which mean anything to you non motorbikers. The road I had remembered as pretty good was absolutely horrible. But - the second half was everything I love - high speed sweeping corners with good sight lines, smooth elevation changes, blah, blah, blah. The memories of the second half had totally overwritten the memories of the first half of that road and all I was left with we're the good memories, which totally skewed my perception. Hmmm, maybe that's why First Lobster went on a second date with me...
The best of the misread business signs so far: "Cremation Society of the Cookies", which, on second reading was actually, "Cremation Society of the Rockies", which isn't really much better.
Best sign I have no idea what it meant: "Mosquito Signing at 7 pm" .....? I didn't know Mosquitos sang...
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