Day One: Leaving Home

Don't care if it's business or pleasure, I hate leaving home.  Before each of these road trips, I experience anxiety that builds right up to departure. Once I'm on the road, all is well.  So I'm about forty minutes from launch, the bike is packed, and after the usual morning ablutions I found myself humming the melody to "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." One way to control my stress!

The final pack is about what to leave behind. There is never enough room.  The first long road trip I was packed like a Sherpa.

The last trip, I packed a toothbrush some dental floss and a Visa card.  OK, well, a bit more than that, but it's crunch time every time. This time I think I have to leave behind the insulated rain pants that I bought in Washington State in prep for crossing through the Rockies in 2012. They would be terrific for the cooler eastern climate, but are just too bulky to bring along. Unless I secure them with the net on top of the luggage.. hmmm.  We'lll see in a few minutes when I get to the garage for the final finals.

I am meeting Evil in Port Hope, an hour's ride.  Only 19 more to go after that and we should be in Halifax!  Here's a pic of Evil and his personally customized Yamaha Roadliner as we returned to Ontario in '12.