I recently got divorced and part of that process involved moving out of my house in the suburbs and into an apartment in the city. It also meant storing my two bikes — 2007 Suzuki V-Strom 650 and 2012 Suzuki GSX-R750 — in a storage unit since my apartment complex had no garages available. It’s somewhat of a pain having to drive a half mile just to get to where my bikes are located, as you can imagine. But, at least I still have them.
Convergence of Two Nations
This past weekend I needed to get some time on two wheels and decided to take my Gixxer for an overnight trip to John Day in central Oregon. The route I take passes through some of the finest geography in the west and courses over some incredible riding roads. I’m leery of giving too many details because I don’t want to get the word out. Before you know it, the route is crawling with motorcycles and the resultant law enforcement like remoras attached to sharks.
The weather was perfect, the road conditions were nearly flawless, and my Gixxer was running like an Olympic athlete. It was a wonderful trip.
I stayed at the Best Western John Day Inn and ran into three grey-haired gentlemen from Canada that were immediately familiar to me. We met in the same place a few years earlier as they were coming down from British Columbia to enjoy the roads in Oregon. Two rode BMW’s and one rode a Yamaha FJR1300. The first time I met them, I was on my filthy and road-weary V-Strom on my way back from a very long trip. This time we chatted about my Gixxer.
It is fascinating that we should meet up in the same location a second time, so many miles (or kilometers) from home. They are really nice guys and I regret not getting their contact information. As I left Sunday morning I jokingly said, “I’ll see you again in a couple of years.” It just may happen.
Published by Steve Williamson
Filed under: Motorcycling and Tagged: Canada, Gixxer, john day