Day 10 – Gas, sweat, and tears

 

So… when your truck has absolutely no instruments that work in its dashboard, and you’re towing a lot of weight up and down hills chasing zippy motorcycles, sometimes you lose track of how much gas is in the tank. So, sometimes you have to pull over and fill ‘er up with your gas can. No biggie.

The day started with an insane thunderstorm at about 7:30am–sustained rolling thunder and heavy heavy rain. But by the time we’d packed everything up and Glenn & Gwen arrived, it was blinding sunshine and almost 30 degrees and humid. After filling up the truck in Restoule, we buzzed into Board’s Honey Farm for a fascinating tour, and we stocked up on all kinds of cool bee and farm products. Honey, mosquito repellent, lip balm, honey sticks, mint tea, and medicinal propolis were tucked away in the cab of the truck as we headed out on the 524 along the south shore of Lake Nipissing. I’ll let Mike’s ride report go into the detail, but suffice to say in an old beater truck it’s a bumpy bumpy ride. And, maybe we ran out of gas again (or, the Yamaha did. And maybe the Yamaha also flooded a little and had to get towed back to Sudbury. No biggie. And maybe also the regulator on the trailer’s propane tank unthreaded itself on the bumps and dragged on the pavement and broke off, nearly smoking Bogdan on the Yamaha behind us. Seriously, today was totally not a big sweaty ordeal spent mostly on the shoulder of the road trying to fix things. Not at all).

After lunch and milkshakes at the French River Trading Post, we looped around Lake Nipissing on highway 64 through sleepy towns and fields and forests. Quite a peaceful route, compared to the busy 69 only a few kilometres away. Three popsicles later and we were safe and sound in Sudbury at the comfy downtown Radisson Hotel, and after a refreshing shower we headed out to Respect is Burning Supper Club for some Italian soul food… and a couple of very cold beers.

Tomorrow… to Killarney!

Photo by Alexandra Sawicki

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