Ah yes, those feckin trains
Pacific Northwest & Yellowstone Sept 2014
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Never heard them myself, slept like a log.
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Basically Nutty, a lot of towns in the US have the railroad running through them. They run huge freight trains through the night which can be up to 2 miles long so if you are a light sleeper, these things thundering through would really grate. I like them and don't mind hearing them at all and always hope it's Casey Jones at the controls
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What trains - never heard a thing at night?
Basically Nutty, a lot of towns in the US have the railroad running through them. They run huge freight trains through the night which can be up to 2 miles long so if you are a light sleeper, these things thundering through would really grate. I like them and don't mind hearing them at all and always hope it's Casey Jones at the controls
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Andy and I got stuck at Jasper on the "wrong" side of the tracks - we were obviously born that way
15 minutes later we decided to take another route around - arrived late for pastries and got nicked before Banff
Chris, you told me that no one ever got to see the crater on a sunny day!
Other than that, am enjoying this muchly.
Mark
Other than that, am enjoying this muchly.
Mark
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That policeman was funny till he waved me in too....
C'mon Billiam, get cracking with this
Sorry Chris, it's been a busy few days. I'm hoping to add some more later this week.
What about the 'contretemps with the chicken wings'..?
I'm intrigued
I'm intrigued
What about the 'contretemps with the chicken wings'..?
I'm intrigued
Something of nothing really. Just someone who doesn't know the basics of social skills IMO. Mind you I'm not saying which one of us that was.........
I decided at that point, however, that is was probably for the best if we kept out of one another's way, where possible, for the rest of the trip.
Thursday 12th September
Today was going to be a pivotal day for me in this holiday & potentially for the rest of my life, though I didn't know this when I set off of course.
We were heading from Burlington across the Canadian border and up to Clinton, via Vancouver, along the I5 and the Sea to Sky Highway.
Despite Chickengate the night before I was in a good mood & ready to go as we all lined up at the starting grid of the hotel exit. Unfortunately this was the scene of the 1st mishap of the holiday resulting in 2 lovely ladies & 1 lovely old man down.
Bilco had removed Jo's stabilisers (well she was on a KTM) the night before for safe keeping and forgotten to re-attach them. As a result when she came to a stop just before joining the main road she toppled over & clattered poor Tony & Sue who were alongside her. The result was a game of motorbike skittles ending with all 3 of them on their respective arses. No major damage done though & Tony & Sue were as magnanimous about the accident as Jo was apologetic.
There were a couple of nice touches though that I thought summed things up. On other trips with other people this could have ended in sulking & arguments
but I thought Andy B summed things up nicely when he quietly said to Jo (who was absolutely mortified) 'Don't worry about it Jo, these things happen when you're on holiday, it could have been any one of us'. A nice touch, and he was right - had we all been riding shonky KTM's & needed stabilisers.*
* To clarify, there was a small but steep ramp leading from the car park up to the (ahem) sidewalk and there was also loose gravel on the floor. Unfortunately Jo lost her footing & the bike went gently over onto Tony who did the gentlemanly thing & cushioned Jo's fall. If it hadn't been Jo who had gone over it could just as easily have been me or any of us.
So off we set to the border. The ride along the I5 in the early morning sunshine was incredible; Chris really had laid on a special 'Goodbye' from America. On every flyover people were grouped together, smiling & shouting at us and waving loads of Stars & Stripes flags. This was great, in fact I felt a little bit like a movie star. I did wonder what the real reason was. Why were all these people grouped on motorway bridges, waving flags, smiling & shouting? I assumed that someone properly important was due to pass by & these people were using us as practice. Maybe there was a bicycle race due up that road later on?
. Whatever the reason it made for as spectacular & memorable departure from any country as I've ever experience.We passed through a small town on the way to the border crossing so I asked Chris...........
The brighter ones among you will have noticed that this is the 2nd September 11th of the trip
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Today really was 11th September & it all became clear. I don't have any photos of the flag flyers but I'm hoping someone else will & will be able to add them.
In no time at all we were at the border & the most rapturous departure from a country I've ever had was followed by the most miserable welcome into any country I've ever had. God they're miserable feckers those Canadian Border guards. Mind, I probably didn't help the mood by chatting to Andy whilst the Border guard was going through his paperwork etc. Oops.
But, despite Captain Scrooge we were through & into Canada.
This is where it all went horribly wrong & horribly right. This was the key point in my trip.
Quite brilliantly, despite the fact that there were 9 bikes ahead of him on the road up to the border Glyn had decided to take a turning no-one else had & became detached from the group. We waited a while for him & Sandra once we'd all cleared customs before Dean spotted them at the back of the queue waiting to go through border control. As the rest of them needed fuel, I didn't being on a proper man's bike, I said I'd wait for the stragglers & we'd meet the rest of them at the fuel station which Chris reliably informed me was 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'.
Sure enough Glyn came through eventually, and turned out to be Andrew. Andrew was doing his own thang today - he wasn't staying over in Clinton but staying near Vancouver with relatives, so he raced off at 100 mph as usual. I waited for Glyn & Sandra. And waited, and waited and waited........
In the end I gave up & decided to go to the 2nd set of lights, take a left & join the rest of them at the petrol station as instructed. Now this doesn't sound too hard does it? 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'. That's 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'.
I found the 2nd set of lights alright & took the left turn. And I rode along looking for the petrol station. 500 yards, 1 mile, 2 miles, 5 miles. NO petrol station & no Bilco & company. So I retraced my steps. No sign of anyone.
Bastards! Who'd have thought they leave me stranded in a foreign country where I don't speak the language, am I really that difficult to get along with? (There's a tap in here for anyone who wants it). I bloody well knew Chickengate would come back to haunt me.
I was clearly on my own.
Okay so I had transport, money, credit cards, break down cover, Sat Nav with the route loaded & accommodation booked but what on earth was I supposed to do now?
Actually all joking apart I was very nervous. This didn't fit in with my OCD at all.
There was only 1 thing to do. Set off alone. On my own. Which is what I did.
I eventually rejoined the I5 (I think) and started to ponder a question that had been bothering me after something I'd overheard last night. Mark & Jo had been chatting with a Polis in America who'd asked where we were going. When they told him he warned us that some of the roads may be closed due to snow. Snow? It's early September, snow? All I had in the way of motorbike clothing was what I was wearing. Did I need to buy something more substantial? I knew we were going through Vancouver so decided to see if there were any BMW dealers nearby where I might get something.
As I rode through Vancouver I searched on the Sat Nav for nearby dealers & Bingo! There was one less than 3 miles from where I was. A small detour & £60 later & I had bought a light, waterproof/weatherproof jacket, small enough to pack up & sit neatly in the top box.This was a result & proved to be invaluable during the rest of the trip. The little detour took me into Vancouver itself & it certainly looks like a place worth going back to. Steve & Judith will know more about it, I understand they spent a fair bit of time shopping in Vancouver. A kind local chap showed me how to get back onto the I5 (tbh the sat Nav route looked simpler & quicker) but in no time at all I was on the Sea to Sky Highway.
I was beginning to enjoy myself now. You just can't NOT enjoy yourself on that road. But I was still hopeful of seeing the others along the way & re-joining them.
I knew the planned brunch stop was at a place called Sqeamish. Based on the other places we'd eaten at it wouldn't be difficult to fine them. It would be a small town, with 1 cafe & 7 BMW's & 1 KTM parked outside, simples. Sure enough Sqeamish appeared & of course it was fecking enormous. It went on forever & there were hundreds of cafes along the main road, without even venturing into the main Metropolis itself. I looked out for the rest of them but it was a hopeless task; I was never going to find them so I pushed on bravely alone to Clinton.
The road got better and better and better. Again I hardly stopped to take any photos as I was just having an absolute ball. I started to look out for wildlife though & was determined take a picture of anything interesting. A big part of this trip for many of us was the chance to see exciting wildlife, bears, elk, mooses(s)/meece? For some even a bog standard crow would do. As luck would have it I saw a couple of absolutely stunning juvenile European Foxes towards the end of the day & did manage to get a pretty good photo.
I was beginning to get a bit peckish & in 1 last ditch attempt to re-join the main Chapter I pulled into a lay-by at Whistler for some snap & to give them chance to catch up. A forlorn hope given that I'd left the border a good 45 minutes behind them & then had a detour into Vancouver but it was probably indicative of how my mind was working subconsciously.
Not a bad setting for lunch though & indicative of things to come.
Nope, there was no sign of them at all, I'd obviously missed them so after another 30 minutes or so I set off again.
I just rode my bike & enjoyed myself. This was fantastic fun. The scenery was quite Alpine in appearance but there just seemed to be more of it. More and better.
Empty roads, great twisties, brilliant road surfaces & stunning weather it was just a joy. All that was missing so far was the wildlife but at this stage I didn't care too much about that.
I stopped here for a few minutes just to let it all soak in
And at the end of the lake there was a log jam that appears to have been here so long they named the lake after it.
As usual there were road side signs reminding me that I was no longer in Lincolnshire.
Today was going to be a pivotal day for me in this holiday & potentially for the rest of my life, though I didn't know this when I set off of course.
We were heading from Burlington across the Canadian border and up to Clinton, via Vancouver, along the I5 and the Sea to Sky Highway.
Despite Chickengate the night before I was in a good mood & ready to go as we all lined up at the starting grid of the hotel exit. Unfortunately this was the scene of the 1st mishap of the holiday resulting in 2 lovely ladies & 1 lovely old man down.
Bilco had removed Jo's stabilisers (well she was on a KTM) the night before for safe keeping and forgotten to re-attach them. As a result when she came to a stop just before joining the main road she toppled over & clattered poor Tony & Sue who were alongside her. The result was a game of motorbike skittles ending with all 3 of them on their respective arses. No major damage done though & Tony & Sue were as magnanimous about the accident as Jo was apologetic.
There were a couple of nice touches though that I thought summed things up. On other trips with other people this could have ended in sulking & arguments
but I thought Andy B summed things up nicely when he quietly said to Jo (who was absolutely mortified) 'Don't worry about it Jo, these things happen when you're on holiday, it could have been any one of us'. A nice touch, and he was right - had we all been riding shonky KTM's & needed stabilisers.** To clarify, there was a small but steep ramp leading from the car park up to the (ahem) sidewalk and there was also loose gravel on the floor. Unfortunately Jo lost her footing & the bike went gently over onto Tony who did the gentlemanly thing & cushioned Jo's fall. If it hadn't been Jo who had gone over it could just as easily have been me or any of us.
So off we set to the border. The ride along the I5 in the early morning sunshine was incredible; Chris really had laid on a special 'Goodbye' from America. On every flyover people were grouped together, smiling & shouting at us and waving loads of Stars & Stripes flags. This was great, in fact I felt a little bit like a movie star. I did wonder what the real reason was. Why were all these people grouped on motorway bridges, waving flags, smiling & shouting? I assumed that someone properly important was due to pass by & these people were using us as practice. Maybe there was a bicycle race due up that road later on?
. Whatever the reason it made for as spectacular & memorable departure from any country as I've ever experience.We passed through a small town on the way to the border crossing so I asked Chris...........The brighter ones among you will have noticed that this is the 2nd September 11th of the trip
. Today really was 11th September & it all became clear. I don't have any photos of the flag flyers but I'm hoping someone else will & will be able to add them.
In no time at all we were at the border & the most rapturous departure from a country I've ever had was followed by the most miserable welcome into any country I've ever had. God they're miserable feckers those Canadian Border guards. Mind, I probably didn't help the mood by chatting to Andy whilst the Border guard was going through his paperwork etc. Oops.
But, despite Captain Scrooge we were through & into Canada.
This is where it all went horribly wrong & horribly right. This was the key point in my trip.
Quite brilliantly, despite the fact that there were 9 bikes ahead of him on the road up to the border Glyn had decided to take a turning no-one else had & became detached from the group. We waited a while for him & Sandra once we'd all cleared customs before Dean spotted them at the back of the queue waiting to go through border control. As the rest of them needed fuel, I didn't being on a proper man's bike, I said I'd wait for the stragglers & we'd meet the rest of them at the fuel station which Chris reliably informed me was 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'.
Sure enough Glyn came through eventually, and turned out to be Andrew. Andrew was doing his own thang today - he wasn't staying over in Clinton but staying near Vancouver with relatives, so he raced off at 100 mph as usual. I waited for Glyn & Sandra. And waited, and waited and waited........
In the end I gave up & decided to go to the 2nd set of lights, take a left & join the rest of them at the petrol station as instructed. Now this doesn't sound too hard does it? 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'. That's 'Left at the 2nd set of lights'.
I found the 2nd set of lights alright & took the left turn. And I rode along looking for the petrol station. 500 yards, 1 mile, 2 miles, 5 miles. NO petrol station & no Bilco & company. So I retraced my steps. No sign of anyone.
Bastards! Who'd have thought they leave me stranded in a foreign country where I don't speak the language, am I really that difficult to get along with? (There's a tap in here for anyone who wants it). I bloody well knew Chickengate would come back to haunt me.
I was clearly on my own.
Okay so I had transport, money, credit cards, break down cover, Sat Nav with the route loaded & accommodation booked but what on earth was I supposed to do now?
Actually all joking apart I was very nervous. This didn't fit in with my OCD at all.
There was only 1 thing to do. Set off alone. On my own. Which is what I did.
I eventually rejoined the I5 (I think) and started to ponder a question that had been bothering me after something I'd overheard last night. Mark & Jo had been chatting with a Polis in America who'd asked where we were going. When they told him he warned us that some of the roads may be closed due to snow. Snow? It's early September, snow? All I had in the way of motorbike clothing was what I was wearing. Did I need to buy something more substantial? I knew we were going through Vancouver so decided to see if there were any BMW dealers nearby where I might get something.
As I rode through Vancouver I searched on the Sat Nav for nearby dealers & Bingo! There was one less than 3 miles from where I was. A small detour & £60 later & I had bought a light, waterproof/weatherproof jacket, small enough to pack up & sit neatly in the top box.This was a result & proved to be invaluable during the rest of the trip. The little detour took me into Vancouver itself & it certainly looks like a place worth going back to. Steve & Judith will know more about it, I understand they spent a fair bit of time shopping in Vancouver. A kind local chap showed me how to get back onto the I5 (tbh the sat Nav route looked simpler & quicker) but in no time at all I was on the Sea to Sky Highway.
I was beginning to enjoy myself now. You just can't NOT enjoy yourself on that road. But I was still hopeful of seeing the others along the way & re-joining them.
I knew the planned brunch stop was at a place called Sqeamish. Based on the other places we'd eaten at it wouldn't be difficult to fine them. It would be a small town, with 1 cafe & 7 BMW's & 1 KTM parked outside, simples. Sure enough Sqeamish appeared & of course it was fecking enormous. It went on forever & there were hundreds of cafes along the main road, without even venturing into the main Metropolis itself. I looked out for the rest of them but it was a hopeless task; I was never going to find them so I pushed on bravely alone to Clinton.
The road got better and better and better. Again I hardly stopped to take any photos as I was just having an absolute ball. I started to look out for wildlife though & was determined take a picture of anything interesting. A big part of this trip for many of us was the chance to see exciting wildlife, bears, elk, mooses(s)/meece? For some even a bog standard crow would do. As luck would have it I saw a couple of absolutely stunning juvenile European Foxes towards the end of the day & did manage to get a pretty good photo.
I was beginning to get a bit peckish & in 1 last ditch attempt to re-join the main Chapter I pulled into a lay-by at Whistler for some snap & to give them chance to catch up. A forlorn hope given that I'd left the border a good 45 minutes behind them & then had a detour into Vancouver but it was probably indicative of how my mind was working subconsciously.
Not a bad setting for lunch though & indicative of things to come.
Nope, there was no sign of them at all, I'd obviously missed them so after another 30 minutes or so I set off again.
I just rode my bike & enjoyed myself. This was fantastic fun. The scenery was quite Alpine in appearance but there just seemed to be more of it. More and better.
Empty roads, great twisties, brilliant road surfaces & stunning weather it was just a joy. All that was missing so far was the wildlife but at this stage I didn't care too much about that.
I stopped here for a few minutes just to let it all soak in
And at the end of the lake there was a log jam that appears to have been here so long they named the lake after it.
As usual there were road side signs reminding me that I was no longer in Lincolnshire.
As I was about to get back on the bike I noticed she was being scrutinised. Clearly the Japanese manufacturers have decided to try to cash in on the 'Adventure Bike' market & have sent spies out to try to figure out what all the best way forward. I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Honda re-launch the Africa Twin anytime soon.
Back on the bike, more great riding, more great, empty roads & more fun. All that was missing was the wildlife. Surely I'd see something of note soon wouldn't I? After all I'd been in Canada for almost 4 hours now! And then as I rounded a corner there they were in front of me. 2 beautiful young foxes frolicking in the warm sunshine. I couldn't stop, I was enjoying myself too much but there was a lay by with more stunning views not far ahead so I pulled up there to, once again, drink in the scenery & take in exactly where I was & what I was doing.
Well, the big fella upstairs was obviously looking after me. I heard delicate footsteps alongside me & there were the 2 Europen Foxes again. This time I DID manage to get a photograph. Excellent, I have something to show the others when I get to the hotel, they'll be gutted to have missed this moment.
We spent some time chatting, tbh I was keen to get on my way but they were obviously enjoying the moment so I humoured them for a little while. They were a lovely couple of lasses from Switzerland who were just embarking on a 12 month RTW trip & had only arrived in Canada a couple of days before. I asked them why someone would come from Switzerland to where they were now & their answer summed up the scenery nicely.
"The Alps are big but this place is so much bigger. And the motorcyclists here are so much more handsome too".
I like to think they're regaling all their friends of how they bumped into George Clooney In the Canadian Rockies.
Back on the bike & it slowly dawned on me. I was actually enjoying myself! I NEVER enjoy myself on holiday. Okay, I've had some fantastic holidays in some fantastic places with some wonderful people & a perfect wife but I never enjoy holidays whilst I'm on them, only afterwards.
You see there's too much to worry about when I'm actually ON holiday. How's the itinerary running? What are we going to do today? How much will it cost? Are we keeping to budget? What if X happens? What if Y doesn't happen? It's only AFTER I get back & realise that once again nothing terrible happened (Inish'Allah), once again we'd taken too much money & once again the forward planning had been worthwhile, that I then think "Oh, I should have enjoyed that more at the time".
But this was all wrong. I was alone, I can't repair the bike if anything happens to it, if I have a spill there's no-one about to help me & I'm not really sure where I'm going to end up. But none of this mattered. I was just having a fantastic time. I've never known a feeling like it. This could be life-changing if I can only keep it up. Wow!
And this was the reason why. This & more like it.
I did nearly have a moment in that valley though. I was twanking along at a steady rate of knotts when I saw a car coming towards me, the only car I'd seen in 30 minutes, so I slowed down in case it was Plod. It wasn't but I decided to stay slowed down for a while. On the other side of the valley one of those Trans-Canadian trains went past, the touristy ones with the viewing cars etc & the train driver parped his tooter (technical term?) & slowed right down, The tourists were all waving at me & the driver parped his tooter again. This was wonderful. We were all on (ahem) vacation & we were all having a great time. It was a shared moment of holiday euphoria. For the 2nd time today I felt like a Hollywood star.
As I went round the corner at a steady 20mph or so the tarmac ended abruptly & turned into loose gravel for about 300 metres or so. No problem at 20mph but wouldn't I have looked like a twonk going base over apex in front of my adoring fans?
I arrived at Clinton around 1700 hrs & was the 1st one there.
The motel was superb, warm spacious, modern & very comfortable; they even had specific motorcycle cleaning cloths in each room.
Just as I was filling up with fuel, ready for the next day, Pete turned up. He'd got detached from the main party but unlike me he'd gone looking for them in Sqeamish, to no avail however. We both agreed it had been a fantastic day even though we'd been travelling alone.
The next two in were Steve & Judith. They'd been shopping in Whistler & Vancouver & unlike Pete & I, Steve declared the roads as being 'Like chocolate. Great at 1st but you can have too much of it & it gets a bit boring". Ever the wag Steve, ever the wag.
Eventually the rest of them turned up, minus Dean & Birget. Birget had developed an eye problem & was struggling a little bit. Chris was a little bit concerned about them but they turned up just as dusk was falling.
A great meal followed by an early night rounded off one of the most wonderful days.
Back on the bike, more great riding, more great, empty roads & more fun. All that was missing was the wildlife. Surely I'd see something of note soon wouldn't I? After all I'd been in Canada for almost 4 hours now! And then as I rounded a corner there they were in front of me. 2 beautiful young foxes frolicking in the warm sunshine. I couldn't stop, I was enjoying myself too much but there was a lay by with more stunning views not far ahead so I pulled up there to, once again, drink in the scenery & take in exactly where I was & what I was doing.
Well, the big fella upstairs was obviously looking after me. I heard delicate footsteps alongside me & there were the 2 Europen Foxes again. This time I DID manage to get a photograph. Excellent, I have something to show the others when I get to the hotel, they'll be gutted to have missed this moment.
We spent some time chatting, tbh I was keen to get on my way but they were obviously enjoying the moment so I humoured them for a little while. They were a lovely couple of lasses from Switzerland who were just embarking on a 12 month RTW trip & had only arrived in Canada a couple of days before. I asked them why someone would come from Switzerland to where they were now & their answer summed up the scenery nicely.
"The Alps are big but this place is so much bigger. And the motorcyclists here are so much more handsome too".
I like to think they're regaling all their friends of how they bumped into George Clooney In the Canadian Rockies.
Back on the bike & it slowly dawned on me. I was actually enjoying myself! I NEVER enjoy myself on holiday. Okay, I've had some fantastic holidays in some fantastic places with some wonderful people & a perfect wife but I never enjoy holidays whilst I'm on them, only afterwards.
You see there's too much to worry about when I'm actually ON holiday. How's the itinerary running? What are we going to do today? How much will it cost? Are we keeping to budget? What if X happens? What if Y doesn't happen? It's only AFTER I get back & realise that once again nothing terrible happened (Inish'Allah), once again we'd taken too much money & once again the forward planning had been worthwhile, that I then think "Oh, I should have enjoyed that more at the time".
But this was all wrong. I was alone, I can't repair the bike if anything happens to it, if I have a spill there's no-one about to help me & I'm not really sure where I'm going to end up. But none of this mattered. I was just having a fantastic time. I've never known a feeling like it. This could be life-changing if I can only keep it up. Wow!
And this was the reason why. This & more like it.
I did nearly have a moment in that valley though. I was twanking along at a steady rate of knotts when I saw a car coming towards me, the only car I'd seen in 30 minutes, so I slowed down in case it was Plod. It wasn't but I decided to stay slowed down for a while. On the other side of the valley one of those Trans-Canadian trains went past, the touristy ones with the viewing cars etc & the train driver parped his tooter (technical term?) & slowed right down, The tourists were all waving at me & the driver parped his tooter again. This was wonderful. We were all on (ahem) vacation & we were all having a great time. It was a shared moment of holiday euphoria. For the 2nd time today I felt like a Hollywood star.
As I went round the corner at a steady 20mph or so the tarmac ended abruptly & turned into loose gravel for about 300 metres or so. No problem at 20mph but wouldn't I have looked like a twonk going base over apex in front of my adoring fans?
I arrived at Clinton around 1700 hrs & was the 1st one there.
The motel was superb, warm spacious, modern & very comfortable; they even had specific motorcycle cleaning cloths in each room.
Just as I was filling up with fuel, ready for the next day, Pete turned up. He'd got detached from the main party but unlike me he'd gone looking for them in Sqeamish, to no avail however. We both agreed it had been a fantastic day even though we'd been travelling alone.
The next two in were Steve & Judith. They'd been shopping in Whistler & Vancouver & unlike Pete & I, Steve declared the roads as being 'Like chocolate. Great at 1st but you can have too much of it & it gets a bit boring". Ever the wag Steve, ever the wag.
Eventually the rest of them turned up, minus Dean & Birget. Birget had developed an eye problem & was struggling a little bit. Chris was a little bit concerned about them but they turned up just as dusk was falling.
A great meal followed by an early night rounded off one of the most wonderful days.
Nice one, keep it coming so us armchair adventure riders can follow your trip.
Just emptied me piggy bank. £1.75 so some saving to be done to get on one of Sgt. Bilco trips
riders can follow your trip.Just emptied me piggy bank. £1.75 so some saving to be done to get on one of Sgt. Bilco trips
That instalment took a while!
Sorry about the delay, Been a bit busy at the moment. Next instalment will probably be next week, thanx for reading & thanx for your patience.
Something of nothing really. Just someone who doesn't know the basics of social skills IMO. Mind you I'm not saying which one of us that was.........
I decided at that point, however, that is was probably for the best if we kept out of one another's way, where possible, for the rest of the trip.
Nice one, keep it coming so us armchair adventure
Just emptied me piggy bank. £1.75 so some saving to be done to get on one of Sgt. Bilco trips
Thanx. Have a word with Chris, he's minted, I'm sure he'll sub you. 
Good stuff Bill. Some more piccys. to fill it out a bit.
I wasn't aware of your trauma mate.
1. A picture (not a great one) of some of the flags along the way on The USA side for September 11th.
2. Bill being grilled by the Canadian border guard who wasn't a barrel of laughs as Bill said.
3. I wanted to meet up with a mate of mine who was on business in Vancouver Canada so we took a detour into the city along with Mark and Jo and these are a couple of piccs. along the way. Nice place we thought.
By the way Bill, it's Squamish not Squeamish
how does one put captions in between the pictures by the way?
I wasn't aware of your trauma mate.
1. A picture (not a great one) of some of the flags along the way on The USA side for September 11th.
2. Bill being grilled by the Canadian border guard who wasn't a barrel of laughs as Bill said.
3. I wanted to meet up with a mate of mine who was on business in Vancouver Canada so we took a detour into the city along with Mark and Jo and these are a couple of piccs. along the way. Nice place we thought.
By the way Bill, it's Squamish not Squeamish
how does one put captions in between the pictures by the way?
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Nice one Tony, thanx.
I use photobucket to upload photos. That gives you a URL link & I just type my missive inbetween the URL's.
Is that a photo of George Clooney at the border crossing?
I use photobucket to upload photos. That gives you a URL link & I just type my missive inbetween the URL's.
Is that a photo of George Clooney at the border crossing?
ok. will look into the photobucket thing. thanks.
yes that is Mr. Clooney. Damn fine looking chap
Some more of Vancouver Canada.
I met Paul at the Convention Centre. he was attending a convention there (gerraway)
the centre is very impressive and right by the river.
1. part of the frontage.
2. me and Paul. a little younger than i
3. paddle boat passing by.
4. the seaplane port along the way.
5. our mates Mark and Jo.
we left the city passing over the Lions Gate Bridge which was a great route and then out onto the Sea to Sky Highway which was an oustanding road.
I met Paul at the Convention Centre. he was attending a convention there (gerraway)
the centre is very impressive and right by the river.
1. part of the frontage.
2. me and Paul. a little younger than i
3. paddle boat passing by.
4. the seaplane port along the way.
5. our mates Mark and Jo.
we left the city passing over the Lions Gate Bridge which was a great route and then out onto the Sea to Sky Highway which was an oustanding road.
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