Nothing like a light snack for lunch!

It was a wonderfully sunny day... Brenda exclaimed loudly with gusto... "I LOVE IT"

Don't even ask how many calories.

The weather has been very warm as of late.

The thermometer  on the Piaggio read 31 before dropping back down to 30. Traffic was brisk indicating that Islander's have for the most part, ready to move on from CoVid 19.  I can't help but be pessimistic.  My  normal Capricorn brain is telling me to be cautious but if the pool area at Victoria sea side park was an indication, it was a feeling the many didn't or wouldn't share with me.

It was a straight shot via Lower Malpeque Rd  right to the heart of Charlottetown, where Canada was born.

I crossed the heart of the Capital, parked the MP3 at a 1 hour parking spot and after a brief search in the downtown core found a small corner breakfast where we had the "Super" king size chocolate covered , berry brightened gazillion calorie Waffle touched off by black coffee for me and a  custom mix for Bren.

With no worry that we were going to be ticketed, after all the Piaggio was made for streets like this.  If anything, the cool little Italian would be held up by curious question asking passerby.

A nice cool respite Charlottetown  Victoria Park 

Riding scooters and especially a funky little one like we were riding in such a historic setting historic it was not hard to feel very "Cosmo" ! After the Fathers of Confederation hashed out the beginning making of the country. It's doubtful that didn't on a mega waffle, and they wouldn't be riding a neat little Three wheeler.

I get asked every place I go "how can you ride that thing." Well the secret is, forget it's got three wheels. Yes boys and girls... she's a leaner.

From there we took a myriad of one way streets, parked at the dairy bar, stowed the lids and took the better part of 90 minutes wandering the trails amid tall cool hundred foot tall trees at the amazed at the  resourcefulness of the ground squirrels and chipmunks. Looking for hand outs!



We didn't get a 12 gun salute at the battery, but did overlook the harbor where once sail vessels came and went.  Now it the occasional tour vessel, high speed motorboats and yes... a plethora of sailing ship albeit much more modern!



It was mid afternoon and suited up we headed back to rte two but just a block or two away I decided to take the Trans Canada Highway instead.




Still hot but with a blustering wind blowing us around some.  I stopped at Bonshaw to cool off a wee bit, and wandered around a little in the back country, eventually arriving back home around 6 pm.





A fabulous day all together, Rode from Victoria street in Kensington, to Victoria park and on the return ride, stopped at the quaint little Victoria (by the sea)

Lots of "Victoria's" on PEI.

Placid Bonshaw river

Legacy vs new look Blogger

Personally, after over ten years blogging from what began as a means of reaching more my friend list, entertain them and keeping in touch with people I knew while motorcycling Europe.

Seeing as I have reached the age of applying for pension, simpler is better is me.  I have a hard enough time deciphering much of the code in Twitter, Facebook  and if it was up to me, I would have one on hand called "chipper" which basically like wood... chopped all those up. 

I was good with email and happy with cell phone vs having to know everything and nothing.




Anyway... I was really pumped on my ride yesterday, in beautiful weather, with a blog in mind for you today. I geared up my CBR 300R and proceeded 105 miles (165 km) riding various back roads and even dry sand/gravel rural routes. Temperature was a wee bit cool the first half hour, but by 3 pm very pleasant. 



In fact I found the area know as Bonshaw, did some walking, watched some trout anglers wetting some fly's. In all my years, I had never been in this heart of the Island.  Twisty roads, nary a cloud in the sky and before long while in the heart of the hills, I found my paved road got less paved and more potholed, to eventually only dirt roads, and soon leaf cover and I was the only one there.  It would made more sense to be riding my Serow Yamaha, but it was dry enough to in this case, run what ya brung!



What I had was a 6 speed, clip-on handlebar, fully faired Honda. 

There wasn't going to be any stand up, just dodging water/mud filled holes and tilted watch for the big hole!

I know my riding friends may doubt me but hey, I wasn't about to speed home and come back on the 225.  I had snapped about 50-60 pic after all to show off this pretty area code of the Island.

So I thought...

As if having to deal with a "new look" blog  wasn't enough... I find out today... well actually what I didn't find, were yesterday's photos! 

It's rare, in fact I can't remembered that last time I had such bad luck.

Long story short, like many things in life, if you blink, you miss it!

So my combined 5 hours on the road with the little CBR included back country ATV and Snowmobile trails.  I just can't prove it.  Guess I'll have to do it again. 

In the meanwhile, I'm going to ad lib some photos that may give you an idea of what afternoon was like, and another day... I'll come back to retrace my route. You'll just have to take my word on the Honda portion, for now.

One more thing... please Mr. Blog guy/gal... I'd appreciate taken the well travelled route for me and keeping it.

My BEST pals...

The importance of  furry creatures in our lives.

Some times someone gets out of joint because I blog (babble?) about my cats, or animals in general. 

If you think I do... I have just two words... Too Bad!

I love animals and cats in particular.  I'm still cautious of big dogs... my boyhood memory of two white Husky's dragging me around our corner lot in the community of Kensington...  Edmonton, not PEI, AB.  Not their fault of course but when you get a bunch of kids hanging out playing games, one of which involved a well chewed "rag doll" a 4-5 year old and fear!

The scars of sharp teeth and jaws are still visible 60 years later.  Shame because I think I would be a great "Dog guy." 

Anyway... I made up for it by supporting the Meow  sect, having grown up with dozens of cats with a special bond with those that were in need of homes, loving and caring, especially those that really were on their last lives.  Many that know me refer to me as the Cat Whisperer! Don't know how much truth there is to such things but certainly many of my feline friends needed someone in their corner. 

I've unabashedly often put my furry pals above my two legged ones. 

I'm so much a cat guy that for the years I "dated," my bio specifically pointed out that I was a "Cat Guy"  and if your weren't a cat gal... not to bother clicking on my stats!

As I sit here at my desk on Spring Valley PEI, I have Coco nagging me for more food Dad!

She is the cat I found under the tarp of the Ascot at my home in Glendale AZ about 3 years ago.  She was very shy had obviously been in distress, but a patient week with food (I was already feeding Boo my own lone pal from next door)  Over the next couple weeks as she became bolder, I could tell she had a hard life.  She had at one time a broken tail, lower jaw and suffers from seizures. In other words, she was exactly what I was attracted to.  Boo wasn't keen on having to share me and my digs but I think she came to accept Coco, who I named after Coca Cola.  I tried to fly her home with me that December but rules didn't allow it.  Quick brainstorming between neighbor Judy and her sister in law and we had some assurance that Coco (from my Coco days) was well placed for the winter.

As often happens, that winter I planned her escape and I made my way back to Phx the following spring, I got her check-up.  Shots, transient papers and I was rocking in anticipation.  That's how it came to be. 

A couple of years have passed and apart the tremors and seizures and the occasional punch up with Willy, we're doing okay.

:)

Okay, back to Motorcycles...