L’Anse au Clair’s Northern Lights Inn is conveniently located across the road from a Robin’s coffee shop; the perfect place to grab breakfast and hang out while we waited for the drizzle to clear off. Upon leaving the Inn, we noticed four more motorcycles in the parking lot, and judging from their state of relative cleanliness we deduced that they didn’t come from the northerly direction – they must’ve taken the last ferry from St. Barbe the previous evening. With Michigan plates was some breed of BMW GS and a Honda ST1300, and from West Virginia an older Honda Shadow plastered with stickers from all over North America…and a Harley Sportster 1200 with tires about two-thirds worn out. As we trotted over to Robin’s, I was picturing guy riding the Sportster. Some young American hipster no doubt…not much of a clue about bikes…bought this Sportster and thinks he can conquer the TLH on it. Boy was I wrong. On our return to the Inn we met the owners of these bikes. Read the rest of this entry
Labrador. The Big Land. North America’s Last Frontier. The idea of traversing the Trans Labrador Highway had loomed in the back of my mind since I bought my VStrom 650 four years ago. When Mark joined the league of “Stromtroopers” this spring we decided that we would finally take a trip off the Rock via two wheels –a first for both of us. It seemed like the right time to embark on a Labrador Adventure. Plus, at only $18 each for the ferry crossing from St. Barbe to Blanc Sablon, it made good economic sense! Read the rest of this entry
This was our fifth vacation spent touring Newfoundland by motorcycle, so when we sat down to plan out this year’s trip we ran into a bit of a quandry. Where hadn’t we been? Or more importantly, where hadn’t we been that is still easily accessible, since we only had one week of holidays? Read the rest of this entry
I’m a bit of a history buff, so most of the rides that I plan revolve around some sort of historical site. I had long known of the Truxtun & Pollux disaster on the Burin Peninsula, but never had an opportunity to see it first hand. When we decided to go camping in that part of the province in August, the wreck site was the top thing on my list.
The Southern Shore of Newfoundland is known as the “Graveyard of the Atlantic”, because of the sheer number of shipwrecks dating back hundreds of years. The remnants of some of these wrecks are still clinging to the coastline, with perhaps the most famous being the SS Florizel.
The genre of “adventure touring” has experienced huge gains in popularity over the past several years. This category of motorcycles was once occupied almost exclusively by the BMW GS and Triumph Tiger, but is now seeing competition from almost all mainstream manufacturers (aside from Harley-Davidson), with more and more people choosing to take the road less traveled, so to speak.
I’ve heard a snippet of motorcycle lore that goes something like this: “think back to when you were a kid, sliding down a hill on your toboggan. Did you go down feet first? You belong on a cruiser. Head first? You belong on a sportbike.” Hmmmm. What about adventure touring riders? They must have been the kids that packed a lunch and hiked off to some far-flung hill that no one else even knew about.
What exactly is an adventure touring bike? Read the rest of this entry
Last summer I went touring on my bike for the first time, from St. John’s to St. Anthony and back. I enjoyed it so much that this year I spent a week and a half exploring the north east coast and the Eastport and Bonavista peninsulas. It’s become clear to me that this is how I want to spend my holidays for as long as I’m physically and financially able to do so, and now I’m toying with the idea of buying an actual touring bike. Read the rest of this entry