Last year, on the July long weekend, my Son Ian and I rode the Routledge run put on by the Vancouver Motorcycle Club. That weekend ended up being a disaster in terms of my riding plans. Two surgeries later, I just began to ride my bike again in late October for a week or two before Winter hit. I purposively booked the Routledge Ride again, because I need to have the confidence that both my foot and my bike can recover and ride without incident.
I have been camping in Princeton for the past few days, riding around the area on my own, and visiting sites which I would not normally do on a straight run from the Okanagan through to Vancouver. The A&W seems to be the local hangout for boomers and their rides, and I have met some interesting characters.
We started the run today along the Kettle Valley Railroad bed for a little bit, and then headed up into the backcountry, circling through Forest Service Roads and eventually ending up in Sumerland at lunch. Ironies of Ironies, I fueled up Blondie at the same Esso station that I rolled into last summer, complete with broken foot and completely dazed and bewildered. I ended up making it to Penticton where I recognized that neither bike nor I were going any further. Another year, and better results.
The number of people attending was down a bit, but everybody had a good time and there were not any huge foulups, other than one guy drowning his KTM.