The Nomads

Pippy’s Park Campground
Near St John’s

Today was a laundry and email day and while sue attended to those necessities I went to work cleaning and waxing the green Hornet. By one thirty, Sue being fed up with the questionable quality of their “free wireless service” and myself fed up with skinnin’ my knuckles, we decided the rainy day they had promised us wasn’t going to materialize and jumped on the moto and headed out to circle the Avalon Peninsula.
No Rain….. but from Chance Cove clear down to Trepassey and on up all the way on the Irish Loop to TCH we had about 250 kms of heavy “pea soup” fog so thick and wet we’d have much preferred rain! To top it all off, that was the worst stretch of narrow, beaten up and potholed poor excuse for a road as we have yet to encounter in Newfoundland! What a white-knuckled adventure!
Just as we made it out to the TCH we ran into three Dieppe boys we met on the Port aux Basques ferry, Mike, Remi and Matt. Mike was in rough shape and his sport bike in even worse condition. He got cut off by an old blue haired gal and wracked himself and his bike up pretty good!
The ol’ girl drove off home and left him without offering help. By the time Remi and Matt followed her into her yard she was such a wreck that she had to hold on to Remi’s bike to stop from shaking apart! She was scared to death, very apologetic, and had absolutely no idea what to do…..
Duct tape’s got nuthin’ on J B Weld but Mike’s ribs, left shoulder and arm won’t be the same again for a long time!