The Scenic Route
17.09.2013 - 17.09.2013 52 °F
I was embarrassed! At the end of the day, I was worn out. And here, Nurse Naomi had worked the graveyard shift in surgery at the hospital, and she went along for the entire day's ride! Freakin nurses have shown me up again. And here, I had two nurses with whom to deal---Walter and I had no chance!
Let's go back to the beginning. We arose and checked the temperature, and both Linda and I wanted to crawl back under the covers: it was cold! Even the native Nova Scotians thought it was cold. We looked at each other and asked: are we men or are we mice? When I saw Linda open the fridge and bite on the cheese, the answer became clear! However, we drew upon those H.O.G. reserves and took hot showers and had nice hot cups of teas. Hot cups of tea have become a staple on this trip. Then, the process began. We put on between six and twenty layers of clothes. I had a ski mask type thingie under my helmet, and of course we donned our newly acquired warm gloves (mine are fire engine red with a silver reflective line--damn, I am a fashion statement!)
We received the call from our new friend Walter Prest (not Priest--Walter claims there is no priest in his family; however, he is known in Nova Scotia lore as the High Priest of backroad motorcycling--he rides a red softtail with his white gotee distinguishing his half helmet as he weaves around the roads of this beautiful land.). I think we were sort of hoping he might forget us so we would not turn into ice cubes! But there was his cheery voice on the phone, with that cute Nova Scotia accent, telling us he would meet us at the Esso gas station off exit 12 with his wife, Naomi, riding shotgun. What we did not realize was that this very special couple had decided to become our Halifax tour guides for the entire day (and never even asked for a tip!).
We met them at the Esso Station and Walter led us on a gorgeous back roads ride to Halifax. He took us down Route 2, winding roads through some beautiful residential areas in which we saw some incredible log cabins and post and beam homes. We winded alongside lakes and eventually picked up the highway after going through Dartmouth. One thing we encountered was that a bridge over which we were supposed to cross was closed, but this did not phase our fearless leader. He just led on, meandering like a river, over hill and dale. Once on the highway, Walter guided us to Privateer Harley-Davidson. Interesting place. Two floors. Crows Nests. And a painting of Johnny Depp's pirate ship! Of course, Linda helped me pick out a shirt and I got a patch. Have to say that the staff lacked the friendliness and attentiveness of Minuteman H-D!! Did find one salesman who did possess these qualities and discovered he was brand new! We then found a place for lunch. Took the highway back and and our guides led us right back to our room door! After saying good-by, we went inside our room and collapsed on the bed. It had been a cold day and we were more tired than we had realized. Once again, we ordered out for delivery, and had pasta primavera with shrimp. Then, we fell asleep.
What a great day, and we cannot thank Walter and Naomi enough. We expect them to come visit us in Punta Gorda so that we can reciprocate the hospitality.