We were the last to load and I carefully strapped the Ruckus to a bulkhead support and pipe, careful not to bend the frame with the stout come - alongs. Once inside the aging vessel, I climbed to the 5th level deck to view our departure from the mainland. Winds tossed spray high and the large vessel rocked from side to side. I fought the urge to talk like a pirate as I walked a staggering path to the bar. A local musician with a 12 string guitar played traditional folk music for the entire 90 minute crossing, a fitting soundtrack for journal writing.
The winds had picked up from the NE making riding a challenge from gusts. Arriving at the Blanc Sablon ferry crossing, I waited in line for my ticket and then paid the modest $12.85 for the crossing. Subsidized ferries like this one make the costly Sydney - Port Aux Basque ferry later more bearable. I queued up into the wind and huddled over my cup of soup the camp stove was struggling to heat. Two grizzled cruiser riders in patch-covered leathers rumbled in behind me and skeptically eyed the bike, incredulous of my route and journey.
We were the last to load and I carefully strapped the Ruckus to a bulkhead support and pipe, careful not to bend the frame with the stout come - alongs. Once inside the aging vessel, I climbed to the 5th level deck to view our departure from the mainland. Winds tossed spray high and the large vessel rocked from side to side. I fought the urge to talk like a pirate as I walked a staggering path to the bar. A local musician with a 12 string guitar played traditional folk music for the entire 90 minute crossing, a fitting soundtrack for journal writing.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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