Harley-Davidson has some road trip packing tips...

And I think they are fairly well thought out, but I have no idea what COV stands for... Center Of "Vehicle"? I'd substitute "Center of Gravity" when you get to that bit.

Harley Davidson Road and Camping Tips: 

Road Trip Tips

Motorcycle Camping Tips

Oh, they have a pretty neat map feature as well:

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P.S. If you did ride your Hog out to PEI you probably already know that we have a dealership out this way:

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2019 The North Cape Ride

The weather hasn't been fantastic here on the Island this spring, and we were lucky to get a day this long weekend with a bit of sun in the forecast, so when I laid my head down on my pillow on Saturday night, I was ready to roll out of bed Sunday morning with plenty of time for breakfast, then an early morning start on our unplanned trip to head somewhere (on island) for much of the day. 

CLine had other plans, such as "Sunday morning sleep in!?" but we compromised and found ourselves geared up and waiting in line at Tim Hortons in Cornwall for a morning start of a coffee and breakfast of sorts to start us on our day. This was about 10am, and because we got out a bit later, the day was warmer than if we had left earlier. This proved to be a good thing, as it was brisk enough on the bikes for me to be wearing a medium thermal layer under my riding jeans, as well as my heated jacket (not plugged in). CLine opted to remove her heated vest, but was happy that she had on a long sleeve base layer under her jacket. 

North Cape PE
Breakfast done, now to "Get out of Dodge". All roads seem to end up taking you to Charlottetown or into Summerside, and our ride wouldn't really start until we were on the West side of Summerside in a town called Miscouche where we would leave the Trans Canada 1 and strike north on Lady Slipper Drive North aka 12 and head out to the North coast and follow it along right up to North Cape.

Charlottetown to North Cape and Return - 426 km - 7.5 hours
Seven and a half hours to cover four hundred and twenty six kilometres... Granted, a lot of that time was used up by stuffing our faces with breakfast, lunch and an Dairy Bar stop... Totally worth it! :)

Nebraska River as seen from Route 12
We got to ride up along the coastline of Malpeque Bay, or at least the Ellis River/Grand River portion of it. (Can someone please explain to me why none of the blue water in Google Maps and OpenStreet Maps is named? I'm sourcing Hydrographic charts to name some of the rivers we crossed. )

CLine pushing it through the corner at Ellis River PE
CLine has a problem scraping her floorboards going into a corner, or rather, she has no problem scraping her floorboards at will. It's trying not to ground a peg and pivot or catapult the bike round a grounded peg that she is trying to avoid.

St. Patrick's Catholic Church, Grand River

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We had just turned the corner on 12 when CLine told me that "I saw you looking, so if you want to stop and take pictures, I'll wait for you up ahead.", no sooner did she let that slip, and I managed a U-turn to head back to get the picture below. :D

Foxley River PE

Round Pond PE

Turkey on whole wheat with mayo
It was around noon when we rode into Alberton, and the signs for the Alberton Bakery & Cafe had me wondering just how good their sandwiches were. CLine and I sat down and ate an egg salad on white and a turkey sandwich on whole wheat, with a scoop of wonderful mashed potatoes shared between the pair of us. That and a cup of hot coffee, and we were set for lunch. That should hold us for the rest of the afternoon, so it was time to throw a leg back over the bike and get to it once more.

I'm falling off the edge! Save me!

Hair by Icon and Shoei. 
North Cape at last! There were a few more visitors than I was expecting, but far short of the summer crowd that will visit here later on this year.

"Are those seals out there? "
"Those black dots out to your right."
"Birds I think."
"Why do they call it 'Sea Cow Pond' if there aren't any sea cows out here?"

Whoops! I got totally distracted here. ;)

North Cape - Photo Credit CLine

Ron on North Cape - Photo Credit CLine

Clearly I am having a bad hair day today. :P

The harbour at Sea Cow Pond
I stop to take pictures, and CLine takes advantage of it to adjust her gear. That's fair.

It's a cold day, so the fans have been turned off. 

Another U-Turn to drag CLine back here so she can claim her very own road.

If the grass had been wet, this would have been an exciting ride for the Versys - Photo Credit CLine

The lengths to which I will go to for the perfect shot... Sadly, those shots didn't make the cut.

Photo Credit CLine

CLine finds her very own road!

I made a wee mistake here. We headed south on 14 which takes you south-west to West Cape PE, then you swing back in to the East as you reach West Point PE. I took us off of 14 and onto Beaton Road that would take us trough the wee hamlet of Brae, on on through Alaska PE, and from there back out onto the Trans Canada 2 and back towards Summerside... Completely forgetting that the road on the other side of Alaska was a few kilometres of clay road, and it had been raining much of last week. Of course there was mud on that road, but CLine didn't hesitate and kept right on trucking, trying to pick the dry line along the road.

Beaton Road East of Alaska PE
Afterwards, as I was apologizing for taking her down that bit, she said "I wasn't worried about it, so it wasn't that bad or I'm too stupid to know any better." Did I mention that she is a keeper? She was more worried about running out of fuel when she hit 215 km on her tank, and hadn't even had to flip it over to reserve.

I'll be the first to admit, when I followed her into that rut up ahead and the front decided to slide right instead of track straight, I got a bit nervous and put away the camera.

CLine had this to say... "Yeah, I hit that too. I figured throttle would get me through it or make it a whole lot worse..."  Can you see why I love this girl? It's almost as if she listens to me once in a while.

She was at 250 km when we hit Richmond for the pit stop, and not even on reserve, so I figure she could have gone at least another 20 or so on reserve. One day I'll bring some extra fuel and see how far she can go til bone dry.

Running on smiles and fumes... 

Double fisting the ice cream... Here, hold my ice cream and watch this!
We opted to head out of Summerside on Blue Shank Road, then bypassed most of 1A over to Kinkora where we stopped at the Somerset Ice Cream Bar for a couple of cones. CLine couldn't make up her mind, and when I offered her a taste of my strawberry soft serve, she tried to trade me for her twist. No deal!

Selfie time!
Hey! I just want you to know that if you do ride on the island, that roundabouts can be dangerous as tourists and Sunday drivers use them too. Watch out for lane drift and try to minimize the risk when you enter them with other vehicles.

CLine showing off her impressive roundabout technique
We had a wonderful day in spite of the cool temperatures, and are already planning our next adventure, but that one is going to be off island, I think. 

Cheers from the Island!


2019 The Panmure Island Ride

Caroline was recovering from a brief illness, but was still coughing inside her helmet as we set off for an afternoon ride. It had rained all of last week, and Sunday looked to be the best day of all for us to get out for a weekend romp on the Island.

Panmure Island lighthouse
It took us longer than we would have like to get sorted, as our gear wasn't quite as squared away as it should have been. C-Line forgot her sunglasses, and needed four inches of leather chap cut away from the bottom of her chaps, and I misplaced my sunglasses and forgot the rechargeable batteries for my GPS in the apartment. Just a prelude to another fantastic season, I suppose. :D

Charlottetown PE to Panmure Island and Return - 163km  2.5hrs
 Hah! It's 2.5 hours if you have your shit together! We headed to CLine's place to look for her sunglasses, with no luck, then across the Hillsborough River to the Esso for a fill up of McDonald's coffee. Once we had that out the way, the ride went pretty well. In fact, CLine started to shed clothing as she found it pretty warm. I had cunningly left my pajama bottoms on, and worn my heavy denim riding right overtop of them as it was only supposed to be a high of 13 degrees today. It might have been a mistake if we were to sit on a curb sipping hot coffee all day, but once we got out onto the roads it was the right choice for me.

CLine mentioned that she felt rusty, perhaps worse than she did the first ride of the season, so once we were out of Stratford and off the Trans Canada at Orwell, the pace picked up and we enjoyed the roads and sights of spring on the eastern side of the island along 24 through to Murray River. 

As we drew closer to the coast, that sunny cheerful 13 degrees Celsius dropped away lower and lower until CLine and I discussed stopping and adding a layer of clothing, but as the park entrance was so close, we kept on keeping on for a bit.

You're blocking my shot!
 Wikipedia has this to say about Panmure Island but I'll tell you that the land bridge out to the island is a shallow bar of sand that can be a bit fragile in nature, as all it takes is a good storm and the sand is picked up and deposited elsewhere never to be seen again, which is why you may see signs asking you not to walk on the grass or disturb the dune as it is a fragile ecology. The grasses, shrubs and trees keep all that sand in one place for decades.

Can you see the lighthouse North of us on the coast? 
It was a popular spot with the four footed crowd, and we got to say hello to a couple of furry friends and their companions out for a Sunday walk after lunch, and I found myself reminiscing about similar walks with Suzi years ago. I was a bit envious.

That grass is all that holds down tons of sand. 

Beach selfie! Photo Credit CLine

Gearing up. Photo Credit: CLine

That wind can shift an awful lot of sand around, and it is quite common to see dunes develop on the parking lot, but the busted up picnic tables had me wondering if vandals had a hand in the park upkeep over the winter.

I love this land in the fall when the colours are at the peak, but the spring always seems to be a canvas of what was, and what will be. I am continually fascinated by how the lands hibernates, then rejuvenates once the warm sun is out again.

Mission accomplished, horses and lighthouses. About face, forward march!

We headed into the interior briefly, gassed up in Montague, then had a tea and shared a piece of lemon poppy seed cake at Tim Hortons before heading home North up through Pooles Corner (Now a roundabout with no corners at all) and on up to 48 Road aka 5 and I followed CLine along that until we hit the Trans Canada as far as Tea Hill, where we turned a bit south onto Keppoch Road through Stratford, then across the bridge and home.

Next time I want to take along some gear for tea and have a roadside brew up to prepare for this summer. :)


P.S. I went home to make a lazy supper of hotdogs and leftover wings while CLine started work on a labour of love for her son who was turning 19 the next day.

Oreo 4 Layer Chocolate Cake 
This is THE cake that when they warn you it's "Very Rich" and "You should only have a small slice", well this is that cake. It takes a good three hours of effort though, so while I was uploading and sorting, another creation was taking place.