http://www.peeniewallie.com/), this nut-job's ride is as nearly angst-less as they come.
Well, that's not totally true. Technically. I'll do my Rob impression here: "Oh, Lordy! All my clothes are dirty! What a tribulation! Now I have to go incredibly far out of my way to find what passes for a laundry in this God-forsaken town of Grand Coulee! And to make matters even more angsty, I have to get change to buy laundry detergent!
Ok, I'm done with the angsty Rob Kisor impression now. Anyhow, after having a peaceful hour doing my dirty laundry, I drove to Osoyoos, BC. A relatively short ride of a hundred or so miles. The Canadians made me wait in the customs office for about 15 minutes while they did a background check on me. They must have heard that I knew Rob Kisor.
The first thing I did upon arriving at Osoyoos was to buy the beer pictured above at the first pub I came across. Then a rode through town to get to my motel. Here's Lake Osoyoos, which the town basically wraps around. The temperature was about 90F when I took this shot.
I found the motel, which is right on the shore of the lake. The desk clerk said that I could ride my bike up a ramp and park it right next to my room inside the courtyard. Cool!
Check out the ramp and hallway:
My big fat-assed bike had about a millimeter to spare on either side. But it is now enjoying its view of the pool.
The Sahara Courtyard Hotel turns out to be a pretty cool place to stay. Pub just around the corner, on the beach. All in all, a pretty angst-less day. Unlike certain other riders I know.