I realize I’m a couple of days earlier than usual posting, but there’s a reason — another one of those darn bridges is calling me.
I’ll explain. As I’ve written here before, I’m not a big fan of large bridges. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I’m not a big fan of heights. (Yes, I’ve jumped out of an airplane, but while it was fantastic it didn’t cure me.) I’m not afraid of either heights or bridges — it’s not that bad — but I prefer to avoid them when possible and when I can’t they make me uncomfortable.
Just a few weeks ago, to get to PEI, I had to ride across the Confederation Bridge. While I appreciate the engineering phenom that it is, I’ll admit I don’t enjoy the ride. Steve said at one point he was going to radio me to see how I was doing, but when he glanced back I looked so intense he decided to leave me alone. That was probably a good idea. However, having said that, the ride across was better for me this time than the last so I’m hopeful it will keep improving and eventually I won’t be uncomfortable at all. (Do you hear “yeah right” in your head too?)
My big regret with the Confederation Bridge is always amusing. Every time we’re going to cross I tell Steve I want to stop at the Gateway Village on the other side. In my head, I’m thinking about Cows ice cream. (I love ice cream!) But by the time I get across the bridge, my stomach is always in knots and all I want is a coffee. Mind you, we did find a great cup of coffee there and enjoyed it on a little deck where Jake was welcome so it wasn’t all bad.
Back to my reason for posting early. (I know I’m rambling a bit, but I am, after all, writing about bridges.) Our little motorcycle riding trio is about to head out on … wait for it …. Vacation! Finally! The clapboard is on the side of the house and painted, the driveway has new crushed rock, most of the house is painted and what’s left, along with the new upper deck railing, can wait until we get back. It is time to ride!
We’re meeting our friends Dennis and Heather in New England, which means, we’re going across the Penobscot Narrows Bridge again. The cable-stay bridge spans more than 2,100 feet and it’s the second scariest bridge I seem to end up riding across on a fairly regular basis. It’s actually a beautiful thing to look at, if I didn’t have to cross it.
However, for vacation, time away with my boys and two weeks of riding, I can handle a few minutes of discomfort.
There won’t be a post next week, but Jake and I will be back after that to tell you about our latest RoadDog adventures.