Trip Start Jul 29, 2010
11Trip End Aug 08, 2010
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After getting up and getting the bikes packed up in our motel suite in Calais, Maine, we decided to try the diner next door for some much needed sustinence. We all orderd the usual fair and being diet concious as I am, I ordered the combination omlette (no potatoes)! The meal took forever to get to the table. Herb thought the cook was threatening the chicken too much to lay eggs and it couldn't work under the pressure. After breakfast, we all went back to the motel for final preperations and to drop some kids off at the pool. We thought we were ready to go, but all of a sudden, breakfast decided to leave the building. Joe had to use Herb's room to go as I had my bathroom occupied. As soon as I was done, Herb ran in
After about 20 or 30 miles down the road toward Lincoln, a slight pain appeared in my intestinal tract. The pain was intermittent and building... At some point it occured to me that a problem was brewing and I was sure I was at Defcon-4. Just before I felt it nessesary to speed up and give Herb the "need a reststop signal", we came into a small town and Herb pulled into the Irving gas station for fuel. As was thinking I was at Defcon-3 at this point, it was a welcome sight. I took the opportunity to top-up and went in to pay my 6 bucks. As I was waiting for my turn to pay, I was thinking to myself about the lady in front of me, "will you friggn hurry up and collect you goods, grab your Big Gulp and get the hell out of my way, don't you know I'm at Defcon-2!"
As I was waiting patiently almost ready to throw the cash at the attendant, she left and I settled up. I then made a bee line to the facilities. Upon entering I noted that it was a single washroom not multiple stalls, this proved to be a blessling but the opportunity to blame the stench on someone else was lost. Somewhere between undoing my pants and dropping my drawers, I went to Defcon-1 and some asshole pushed the friggin button! OMG! I never quite made the seat and I stood hovering over the crapper with a look of horror and all I could think was "did I have corn?"..
After cleaning up the friggin washroom, I made it somewhat presentable for Joe. I left the washroom with a sheepish look on my face and just afte Joe entered the washroom, I heard him exclaim "holy crap, its like Auschwitz in here!" I ran for the door! Herb, after waiting for Joe to come out for air, went in...he came out a short time later and asked me if I cleaned up my back... I have no idea what he was talking about... Bubba was the only one not to share in the experience and thus missed this rare oppertunity. Guess I owe my buds a courtesy sniff... I guess the moral of this story is to forget the gas, get the important shit done first.
We ran across some great winding roads across north central Maine to the border. It was nice not to be on the interstate style roads for a change. On the map, it didn't look like there were any towns to speak of on the route after Lincoln, so we topped up our tanks just in case. Our concern was not necessary though as we passed through many of the typical towns in this region that had all the ammenities but still with that out in the middle of nowhere feeling
The scenery in this part of Quebec is amazing and reminded me a lot of Germany with it's rolling hills of forests and farm fields with low mountains in the distance. Even the houses and the restaurants looked European.
Originally we were going to camp near Granby, but the long day of riding saw us wanting to cut our day short and grab a hotel/motel in Sherbrooke as it was just after 6pm already
We got cleaned up and met up with each other at the bar/casino/pool hall. We had a few drinks, while waiting for Joe who went to a laundromat to wash his boots, which were stinking up a storm from getting wet a couple of days earlier. He got them out of the washer and into the dryer, but they were making such a racked that they caught the manager's attention. Joe...and his boots...got kicked out before they dried. He got back to the bar and we had a few more drinks, all of which turned out to be really inexpensive, and then went looking for food. It turned out that all the restaurants close their kitchens at 10pm, and as it was a quarter after there was nothing available anywhere. After trundling around the main street for a while, we found a diner that was serving until 2am. The meal was actually quite good...most of us having chicken, which is a Quebec delicacy. The town had some sort of festival going on, which explained all the people in town. We wandered around for a bit then headed back to the hotel for some much needed shut eye.