First, to give a little perspective to those that know motorcycles. Scott was on a Yamaha V-Star 650 and I was on a Honda Shadow 750, both with the factory seat.
I believe it was a little before 4:00 in the morning when Scott showed up at my house. We were soon mounted on our steel horses and riding east on highway 12.
Somewhere along highway 12, Scott was leading the way and I was following behind and to the right of him. All of a sudden, from the right side of the road, a rabbit dashed out in an attempt to cross the road. It hadn't quite reached the yellow line when Scott's front tire got to it. As I watched, Scott's front rotor sliced the rabbit open, after which the remains slid down the road as I rode past.
We stopped at the Lochsa Lodge for breakfast. While there we browsed the gift shop. Had we known then what we knew later that day, we probably wouldn't have spent so much time there.
We continued our way over to Lolo and then up to Missoula.
We then followed MT-200 east to the MT-83 junction, where we stopped at the rest stop.
After stretching our legs and what not, we headed north.
Our next stop was in Ferndale, near Big Fork.
I think this is where Scott realized that we were not going to have time to hit all the spots he had planned for.
Our stop was quick and we were on the road again.
We stopped in Eureka for a very late lunch and to fill up before heading into Canada. You remember the bike sizes and those factory seats I mentioned at the beginning... We were really feeling it. But, we climbed back on and headed for the border.
At the border we presented our passports, got our complimentary strip search, then got a couple pictures by the Welcome sign.
Ok, we didn't get searched, but Scott was hoping.
Once our documents were back in the bags, we continued north on highway 93.
Once we reached highway 95, we turned back south and pulled into Cranbrook.
We pulled into a parking lot to stretch and make a couple phone calls.
I called my Mom.
I told her, "Mom, I'm in Canada and they won't let me back in!".
It wasn't as effective a prank as I had hoped, probably because she didn't know I was on a ride that took me into Canada.
With that, just as the numb was starting to ware off, we climbed back on and headed back for the States. Stopped at the border, Scott lied to the agent, saying that he wasn't carrying anything for anyone. (He had my full face helmet on the back of his bike.)
We continued on our way, taking another quick break north of Bonners Ferry.
We made our way south and stopped in Coeur d'Alene for a quick supper.
After we ate, we put our riding gear back on.
I clearly remember going into the food joint in the sun shine, but when we came out, it was dark.
And here began our mad dash for home.
A couple miles before we got to Worley, it decided to rain on us. We pulled into a gas station and filled up. Lucky for us, the rain stopped by the time we were ready to get back on the road.
I believe that the trip was uneventful the rest of the way back into Lewiston. I remember checking the time after pulling back into my driveway. It was about mid-night.
Even though the planned trip (see map below) said it would only be about 780 miles, I believe Scott said it was much closer to, if not a little over 900.
And here began our mad dash for home.
A couple miles before we got to Worley, it decided to rain on us. We pulled into a gas station and filled up. Lucky for us, the rain stopped by the time we were ready to get back on the road.
I believe that the trip was uneventful the rest of the way back into Lewiston. I remember checking the time after pulling back into my driveway. It was about mid-night.
Even though the planned trip (see map below) said it would only be about 780 miles, I believe Scott said it was much closer to, if not a little over 900.
AJ's Crazy Biker Adventures
