The Longest Day

It wasnt an attempt to break a personal record for most hours in the saddle but thats how it turned out...

But, as always, it was worth it!

I was supposed to ride up to Ajax ON (east of Toronto) to stay at a friend`s Friday night - but that plan fell through, so I had to leave from Niagara Falls in the early morning.

I met Noel in Scarborough and off we tore down Hwy 401 to Coburg, ON. From there we worked the back roads up to Bancroft, ON, then a little further north to kiss the bare southern tip of the mighty Algonquin Provincial Park. Then we worked windingly westward eventually to stop in at a friend`s cottage.

Narrowly escaping being eaten alive by mosquitoes (its a good thing they arent the malarial species or Canadians would have been wiped out long ago...) but still having blood ripped from us by force, it was back ont he road again, southbound towards Peterborough.

As always is the letdown as the pavement straightens and more traffic appears until we are back in that vortex of Toronto.

I peeled off to my friend in Ajax, and Noel carried on back home.

But I wasn`t done yet. My friend wanted me to go with her to pick up a 2008 CBR125R which she recently purchased (I went along originally). So a drive into central Scarborough and then a tear back across the city (not trusting 125 ccs to the highway just yet) to Ajax.

After some supper I mounted up an rode back to Niagara Falls arriving home after 1:30 am.

I think I may have done more miles - on that occasion most of the riding was highway miles - but that was definitely the longest day.

And was smiling all the way.

Cheers!