|Mick first scored a world title with OSSA before moving to Yamaha|
You Know, when I was a kid growing up in Edmonton, then later having moved to a small northern town (Fort Mac) beyond the wilds of Alberta, to a population of 2500 odd people... I spent much time in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia.
Osoyoos, Oliver, and Penticton became my second home. I spent many a happy summer holidays frolicking on the beach, building crappy sand castles, pretending to swim, then graduating to ogling girls even eventually buying a home there, which we never lived in.
During my adult years I often came back to the desert like little valley that irrigation made fertile. I always thought I would move there and start a bike shop.
|Lake side... cool and calm (like me)|
I moved to PEI and cranked up Freedom Cycle, and made three stores out of my passion.
|Rusty and Dor's view!|
Well, I'm back, no not to stay but to visit family and friends, to ride the twisty roads, to soak up some sun. On all three counts I've been blessed.
With a wave we parted company and I headed across town to Coldstream and a visit with long time friend Rusty and Dorothy in their new home overlooking a fabulous Lake Kalamalka. Rusty and I went to school together. Well NAIT in actual fact where both of us were motorcycle riding budding machinists.
|How gorgeous is this eh!|
Rusty had a Mick Andrews 250 OSSA and I had at the time a pair of TY 175 trials bikes. Over the intervening years we crossed paths a few times but of course life takes you in various directions, sometimes by choice, other times by necessity. Rusty showed me around his new hood while the blistering summer weather made the a/c of his Toyota very welcome.
After two nights we bid each other farewell and saddlebags packed once again I wound my way south to Keremeos, where my sister and BiL now live.
|Once a very common sight, now weeds in many places.|
The heat was relentless and wouldn't abate for several days.