What happens on Facebook...

... can get anywhere. Some content might even make it to the front page of a newspaper.

In my case, one of my pics must have gotten used without my knowing or doing to promote a photo contest sponsored by my neighbourhood H-D dealership.

I am not even sure if I ever made this picture available for grabs in said social media, so when I discovered the ad I felt somewhat between miffed and flattered. Well, I guess the flattered part won. Besides, I really appreciate the excellent job their service department is doing, hence the publication permission will be herewith granted ex post, wherever this particular picture was snagged from.

Here is the original, taken last summer on my first solo trip doing the Lillooet loop, which I am planning to repeat this summer, hopefully with the spousal unit in tow.

PS: I have sent the H-D dealership an email...

Whitey im Nebel

Unser kleiner Ausflug zum Mount Seymour war zwar touristisch nicht von Erfolg gekrönt, aber konnte zumindest für ein Kurvenfahrtraining her halten, damit Roland sein neues Spielzeug (getauft auf den Namen Whitey Weissman) besser kennen lernt.

Auf dem Berg angekommen, wurde das unmittelbare Bedürfnis nach Heissgetränken wach. Es war a...kalt.

Wegen der schlechten Sicht fuhren wir in gemässigtem Tempo den Berg wieder hinunter und machten uns umgehend auf die Suche nach einem Cafe.

Nach so einer feucht kalten Angelegenheit ist es nochmal so schön, sich bei einem Tee oder Kaffee in der Sonne sitzend wieder auf zu wärmen (Wanderer und Fahrradfahrer werden dieses Phänomen sicherlich auch gut kennen.).

Soup

An early morning exercise led us to Mt. Seymour where we the bikes did some mountain climbing. We could hardly see through the fog soup. On the plus side we did not encounter any traffic.

There was no view to admire, and the temperatures of only 8C (46F) produced an instant craving for warm beverages, so we turned around.

One of our favourite north Van joints is the Bean around the world Cafe. We found a parking spot directly in front of the building.

While Roland enjoyed an excellent coffee, I got to sip my soy chai latte, and nibbled on a gluten free vegan cookie. 

After riding through the wet white soup we were warming up nicely in the morning sun.

Roland is getting better with every mile on the 'big' bike, and the painful stretch of Highway #1 was no issue at all (much more stressful on a Vespa I tell you).

Meanwhile I get used again to the additional weight coming with the bucket seat, sissy bar and windshield, the Sporty's touring equipment for our road trip next month.