Handy thing these blogs, put a post on each ride so you can look back a few years later... lets see how this blogs thing works out. Some adventures masquerading as servicing aka working on bikes may also occur between rides.
An alarm rang at 5.30am. What bastard set that? Mmm, me. Murray was already up, he must have some weird internal clock. Crawling out of bed, I rapidly packed and geared up. The reason for the early start was a ferry. We were bound for the mainland, north again continuing through the province of British Columbia. Our bikes were parked across two levels, and as I brought it up (not wearing my gloves) the group was already leaving. Not knowing the ferry location (there was some discussion ...