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We said our goodbyes to Alissa and Whistler and began our ride to White Rock to visit Colin’s cousins for dinner and a few days. A few things should be noted at this point: both of our rear tires were pretty shot, my rear brake was not working at all, and in typical west coast fashion it was raining. We were traveling pretty slowly on the 99 as Colin’s rear tire was getting squirrely cornering on the wet pavement, but we were still on pace to make it for dinner. Colin was in the lead at this point and took the exit off the highway that we needed; I was right behind him and had front row seats to what happened next. He was slowed down pretty well, going maybe 25-30 km/h I figure, and the exit ramp had a slight curve to it. Turns out it was enough of a curve and he braked a bit hard perhaps and I see his back end go back and forth and then just like that he’s sliding off the road into the ditch.
I braked, although not too hard after seeing what happened to him and pulled off onto a boulevard just past. I quickly ran off my bike, headphones being ripped out of my phone as I had forgotten to unplug them and Colin is standing. “You alright?” “Yeah, I think so. Can you help me pick it up?” We get his KLR up and on its side stand and assess the damage. The contents of his side cases were all over the ground and the Pelican case knock-offs were in a million pieces.
Colin looking a bit maniacal after his spill
After riding our bikes across the road into a parking lot we put his gear back on the bike as well as we could with some rope and him wearing one of the backpacks that were in his side cases. Good as new! Well, maybe not, but it’ll get us the last 40 km to his cousins’. Traffic going through Vancouver was backed up like mad due to construction on a bridge and my bike began to overheat as the rad fan was not working. We eventually made it to White Rock, even after breaking the rules and wearing sunnies in the tunnels. We parked in the garage at Frank and Tammy’s next to a killer looking TE449 and went inside to a late, heated up dinner due to our being so late; it was delicious!
A few days were planned to kick around the Van area with our lovely hosts, but after mention of going out boating on Sunday we decided to extend our stay until then. Vancouver and the surrounding area was great. After the next day spent relaxing around the house, catching up on some writing, relaxing, and laundry, we went out for sushi with the family; we didn’t even get food poisoning this time!!
The next day, which was a Saturday, Colin and I went downtown with his cousin Mark to check out the area. I really dig the downtown area of Vancouver and had a blast walking along the water.
An old steam clock in Gastown
I couldn't not take a picture of a pink double decker
Colin and Mark walking downtown Van
Taken from across the bay. Like all my images, click on it for the full-res. This one is huge.
Free Willy!!!?
There were tons of seaplanes taking off just offshore
I had to wait quite a while to get this shot without the chase boat in it
The marina downtown Van
Something out of a Bond flick?
We eventually made it to Stanley Park where Mark’s sister Rebecca joined us and we took a nice stroll through before heading for a microbrewery and then a diner for supper. We had some fantastic jars of beer at 33 Acres Brewing and great burgers at Lucy’s Eastside Diner.
Colin, Rebecca, and Mark walking Stanley Park
Tons of Totem Poles in Stanley Park
I though this was the Little Mermaid at first, as in Copenhagen, but it's a diver chick
Again, lots of seaplanes flying around
There were many gardens in Stanley Park
Colin, Mark, Rebecca, and myself at 33 Acres Brewery
Colin at the Diner
Colin, Mark, myself, and Rebecca at Lucy's Diner
Figuring it was too early to call it a night we made our way to Rebecca’s place downtown to enjoy a bag of wine and watch a Tarantino flick, Jackie Brown.
With the movie complete, Colin, Mark, and I wandered downtown for a couple hours with paper cups and our trusty bag o’ wine, missing buses and just walking large distances instead of waiting for the next one. We eventually made it to the bus terminal we needed to connect back to White Rock and what happens to be there? A casino! Well, that can only be a good idea at this stage, so in we went making sure we only lost money until the last bus of the night would arrive.
Mark, Colin, and myself wandering downtown with our bag o' wine
I saw this sweet NSX and had to get a shot
Anyone need some advice?
I woke in the morning feeling a bit under the weather, but motivated by the idea of going boating today! Colin was up too and we had breakfast; strangely Mark wasn’t up. I guess we had a bit too much wine last night… I felt really bad as he’s pretty big into wake surfing and boarding, but he wasn’t up for coming out on the water. Out at the lake Rebecca first showed us how to wake surf before Colin gave it a try and then I did. It was so much fun! You start out with a pretty short tow rope, get up, get in front of the wake, and then let go of the tow rope being pushed by the wake instead of pulled by the boat. That’s the idea, anyway. Colin and I both struggled the first ways to stay ahead of the wake. Oh, and you’re not binded into the board in any way, you’re just standing on top. Regardless of our lack of skill at it, it was killer fun and I can’t wait to try surfing as we head south.
Rebecca killing it, showing us how to ride the wake
Falling is part of the sport, I think
Colin's first attempt on the surfboard. I love that look on his face!
Colin's got the form now!
And without the Rope!
It was an unbelievable place to be riding!
The wakeboard got pulled out a bit later and I was back to what I’m used to.
Colin showing us how to ride in style[i]
The whole day was amazing and we were so fortunate to get to go out on the water for what would probably be the last nice day of the summer. A huge thanks to Frank, Tammy, Mary, Mark, and Rebecca for the lovely weekend and hospitality!
[i]Tammy, our lovely host for the weekend!
Frank, our host and boat driver extraordinaire
Rebecca
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2006 KLR650
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1989 NSR250 (recently sold this gem)
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