Showing posts with label cavalier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cavalier. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

The day before 50

The dropbox folder that contains the following photos is labelled "pre bday ride - GeeVs 2015". So on May 9, 2015 GeeVs and I headed out on a father-daughter ride which would, for me, turn out to be the longest ride of the year so far, and for GeeVs just another day at the office.

We affectionately call this the Walhalla loop (though this time we lengthened it to include Cavalier) and it's a treat to ride those American roads because (sigh) they're better, there's less traffic, and the drivers are more considerate and courteous to cyclists than your average southern Manitoba bible belt Mennonite. Sad but true.

The wind was a steady 20 km/h from the North so we flew down to our first stop at the Walhalla supermarket averaging 38 km/h.


From here we headed south on the No 32, climbing up out of the valley (a 3% climb that's more than 2 kms long counts for something around here - at least it's fun) and heading down to the No 5 where we detoured West to climb another 3 km hill with an average grade of 3% (have mercy!) and then descend it (the warm-ish air seemed to rush up in our faces making the descent more or less energy neutral - not fast at all).


Still, there was terrain other than flat prairie on the ride, which is enough to get the mind and body bliss on a bicycle thing going for me. 

Anyway, as I said, for me these 140 kms (4 plus hours) on the road made for the longest ride of the season which, for the last 30 kms or so really started to show. For GeeVs though, cheerful and chatting while holding an easy cadence into the wind, it was just another training ride. For me it was enough to keep my head down and use her draft and occasionally say "Uh huh" or "Yup" just to prove that I was still there. 

But it sure is pretty damn clear now that the kid has surpassed the "master". Easily. So it goes. Good times though. Really good times.

Friday, 15 August 2014

A scenic backway

So FJR texts me up on Wed am:

"You around? Want to go for a little ride this afternoon? Say 2 till 7?"

"Little? Define little." I text back.

There's what seems to be a significant pause in the rhythm of the texts, so I text: "Was it something i said?"

Then "Bathgate for a beer? That's short. Or Vang, nd just past Walhalla?" he says.

So "Yup. Meet here or at the Gretna water station?" I say.

"I can swing by," he says.

"So 2?" I say.

"Yeah, I think so. I may be a tad early."

"No prob. Let me know. Do you have american cash?"

"Yep, I can bring cash for 2."

"T'anks."

"Be there in a jiffy."

Then he emails me this link with the subject "scenic backway".

Of course at first I'm flattered. I've been complimented on certain assets before, but when I open the link I see he has something else in mind. A multi-surface road adventure in the colonies.

There are a few good reasons to ride in the States:

One, the pavement - I can't sort out why the pavement just 5 miles south of my place can be so abundant and remain in such awesome condition when I'm quite certain the winters in North Dakota look and feel a lot like ours.

Two, the drivers - North Dakotan drivers respect cyclists. They slow down when they pass, they give you a lot of room, they wave - if you've stopped, they'll stop to see if they can help. (I wonder if it's something about their perception of reality, which is that they live in the hinterland - right on the edge of things (not Alaska you know, but close) in northern North Dakota it's the equivalent of living in northern Canada - say Thompson or Flin Flon or Churchill - and people who live in places that are perceived by the mainstream to be "extreme" or "peripheral" are just plain more friendly - 'cause folks in northern Canada are pretty friendly and considerate and helpful too. Which doesn't quite explain why drivers on highways in southern Manitoba seem to have more of a "get out of my way you annoying pest you're cramping my style" attitude - except maybe that because we live in the south of Canada we think we're somehow closer to being the Americans that we mock and revile - not realizing that Americans aren't nearly all like that? I don't know. It's a puzzler though.)

Three, the bars - Every burg with a house and a church has one.

Four, the signs - Even the most god-forsaken back roads that no one on a bicycle should ride for fun are marked - albeit the "scenic backway" title elevates the route a little more than necessary (this, my friends, is foreshadowing ...).

Faith, faith is the victory (faith, faith is the victory) ... Are you singing it with me? In your heart? You have to have the courage of your convictions, and my friend FJR is such a one as that. We set out to ride from N-town, cross at Neche, ride to Walhalla to pick-up the Scenic Backway, follow it through the Pembina Gorge, double-back to Walhalla, follow the rest of the Backway to Cavalier, and ride as straight as possible for home. Along the way we would stop at a few establishments to refresh. By FJ's calculations that round trip would be 170ish kms - a solid century plus. We left all but one light at home (a mistake) and rode off from N-town at 2:10 pm. As I said before, faith.

The route

The road to Leroy
 
"Chizzy's" in Leroy - beer stop 1

Banked corner on the road to Walhalla

Above the Gorge and on the way in 

The church in Vang

The b&e

Jesus

Jesus

Jesus?

Even the basements of churches look like bars

Walhalla Country Club - beer stop 2

Drafting a sprayer

Above Walhalla, heading east

The auto-fryer in Jackson's in Walhalla - Americans know
what is the what with greasy bar food

Jackson's in Walhalla - beers 3 & 4

The dusty trail hell of the scenic backway south of Walhalla

Soft soft soft

So soft that the long grass won us over

Finally some gravel, heading to Cavalier

Sammy's in Walhalla - beer 5

The highway headin' north from Cavalier to Neche - there's
less light in the day than the camera would have you believe

Homefires and beer 6 after 9:30

Our guardian long-nose gnome
We prevailed. Belief and perseverance are their own reward - what deluded fellows we are prating about on this goodly earth. So much so that I suspect we'll reprise this journey. It'll be easier knowing what's ahead. We'll invite a few more folks to join us next time. Interested?