Jun
29

The Great Unsponsored Nova Scotia Expedition

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A little queasy from a rough night at sea, the group sleepily gears up, unstrap the damp motorcycles from the deck, then roll down the slippery ferry ramp, headed off into what appears to be another cold, damp day. I smile weakly at Fiona and say, “Most people go to an island for vacation, right dear? And this is an island, so we must be on vacation, right dear? It’s not my fault that this island’s daily high temperature is forecast to be in the low fifties…”

Her beautiful blue eyes icily stare straight ahead, while she adjusts the layers of gear, including my electric vest, that will hopefully keep her warm during what promises to be a very cold and wet 400 miles ahead.

But the truth is, it IS my fault. All of it. It’s my affliction. I don’t know where these ideas come from, but my head is almost always bursting at the seams with them. And once they’re in there, they don’t go away. Ride to Alaska on a dirt bike? Why not? Cross the country on a back-breaking hyper sportbike? Sounds great! I can’t do what ‘normal’ people do and go sit on a beach for a vacation. Oh no. I need a challenge. However, coming to Newfoundland on a motorcycle with my girlfriend and two riding buddies in early June on a quest to see icebergs was more than just a challenge, it is probably one of the stupider ideas I’ve had in my long, storied career of stupid ideas. But, to me at least, that’s OK. The most important thing I’ve learned from that career is, the stupider the idea, the more memorable it’ll be when I’m sitting at the old folks home, wrapped in a blanket and wearing a diaper, waiting to be fed and watered. Provided the old head-mounted hard drive doesn’t get erased.

For this expedition, quite an interesting group was assembled. First off, my friend and long time riding buddy Abi (aka DMS One) was invited. Abi and I work for World Wrestling Entertainment as part of the TV crew. Yes, Hulk Hogan and all that. This most unique of occupations keeps us pretty busy, taping two to three live events in two to three days a week. Every. Single. Week. The Upside? Those work weeks are generally two days long. The Downside? Travel. Lots of it.

If you need something done, Abi is the perfect guy to sit there and watch you do it. His love of motorcycling is dwarfed by his love of all things baseball, and if Red Sox game is on, he’s at his most content.Initially hesitant about the amount of effort required for one of my hair-brained undertakings, he’s usually able to be talked into whatever my current ‘good’ ride idea is after a few rounds of pushing, bugging and pestering. We’d talked a lot about riding to Nova Scotia over the past two years, but never seemed to find the time to fit the trip in. Other rides, like Baja California, Deal’s Gap, two cross country journeys, as well as a blast from London in to the Highlands of Scotland, not to mention the constant specter of having to work to pay for gas and beer all seemed to occupy too much time.

But the idea of riding Nova Scotia always rattled around in the back of my tiny brain, and I knew that one day, sooner or later, I’d be able to cross Nova Scotia off my list of places to claim for the Kingdom of Rhode Island. Claiming islands for my homeland by affixing a Rhode Island state flag to their “Welcome to…” sign was a tradition I started in Scotland earlier this year; a tradition I was eager to continue. When the WWE scheduled a rare week off in early June, I knew the long dreamed about Expedition could finally become a reality.

My girlfriend Fiona (aka Sleeping Beauty) is not only the love of my life, she’s also become a veteran of these excursions. Here she is showing off her… err… new sunglasses.

Two years ago, she rode on the back of my Hayabusa from Colorado to California.

The passenger ‘seat’ on that bike is little more than a vinyl covered phone book, designed by a team of Guantanamo Bay interrogators to get information out of people quickly. Fiona, having never been on a motorcycle before, laughed about it the whole way to California. On these rides, Fiona has never once complained, enjoys riding in the rain, shoots pictures like a pro off the back of a bike at 90 MPH, and best of all suffers my insufferable stubbornness with an ever present smile. Really, the only downside to having her as a passenger is she doesn’t realize that despite my earplugs, I can still hear her back there singing away at the top of her lungs.
She’s also a registered nurse, a definite bonus considering this cast of characters.

To make the Excursion even more interesting, I decided to invite my friend Keith (aka Unleaded) along too. Abi and I met Keith, a Technical Sergeant in the Air Force, during one of the WWE’s annual ‘Tribute to the Troops’ shows in Afghanistan.

Keith is a rabid WWE fan as well as a motorcycling nut. He and I became instant friends, and remained in touch over the years, often talking of one day taking a nice, long ride together. Safely back in the US and with enough available leave, Keith jumped at the offer to ride my Harley and join in the festivities.

That leaves me to round out the merry band of misfits assembled for the Great Unsponsored Nova Scotia Expedition. Hailing from the Kingdom of Rhode Island, I’m the so-called ‘brains’ of the operation.

With such an ‘expert’ in charge, it’s no wonder we often end up cold, wet and hungry.

Our motorcycles are also well traveled. After riding from the Kingdom of Rhode Island to California on it, I reluctantly traded in the Hayabusa for a more sensible motorcycle. Yamaha makes a sport touring bike called the FJR, and as soon as I saw it in the showroom, I knew it was the right bike for long distance riding. I bought the FJR (aka Rain Cloud Follows) last December, and logged over 20,000 miles on it. Most of those miles were just in front of or directly under angry black rain clouds.

Abi has ridden his (mostly) faithful orange BMW Rockster (aka Fireball) for every single of our rides. One time we were crawling through inner city traffic in New York City, and smoke started wafting up from under the tank. A faulty starter wire had decided that the Bronx was the perfect place to burst into flames. The small fire was doused by an energetic water-spitting show, a spectacle that didn’t even raise one single jaded New Yorker eye. The result? The mostly faithful bike continued running, and earned a nickname that stuck to this day.

I’ve always had the motorcycle bug bad, so bad in fact that years ago I nearly went bankrupt buying a Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic (aka Stormbringer).

Stormbringer then. The old paint made me look thin.

I bought this bike at the height of the so-called ‘Chopper Craze’ and would spend whatever remaining nickels I had customizing everything I could on this bike. Yeah, somewhere in my mind I knew I had to eat and stuff, but that always took second place to chrome. And, with a Harley, there are plenty of shiny accessories to help drain the old bank account.

Because times change and fads fade, I don’t ride Stormbringer as much as I used to, but it is still my favorite motorcycle of all time. That fact didn’t stop me from offering it to Keith to flog, drop and otherwise abuse on the Expedition.

During planning phases, the Expedition was supposed to be sponsored. I signed up for Google AdSense, and allowed their retarded little ads to be displayed on the Rant. Then I begged and begged for clicks. Every time one of the Faithful Fifteen blog readers clicked on an ad, I got a few cents in my AdSense account. The ads were annoying, but the idea of free, AdSense sponsored beer on the trip was too good to pass up.

But the asswipes at AdSense soon caught on. When your account reaches $100, you are eligible for a check. Well, at $93, they decided that I was violating policy, and closed my account. What did I do that was so evil? I asked people to click on their ads, which, for some reason only known to the Google Goofballs, is forbidden.

Ridiculous. And even worse, they don’t even let you appeal their decision, they just close the account, and keep the money. That prickish behavior earned them this:


For that reason, I call the Expedition Unsponsored, but truth be told, Dave, one of the Faithful Fifteen, slipped me a twenty to cover ‘expenses.’ Thanks, Dave!

The next installment of the Great Unsponsored Nova Scotia Expedition can be found here.

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Comments

  1. MikSane says:

    thats affiliate marketing for ya

  2. Stan-Rhode Island says:

    Reading of your adventures, a part of me thinks “golly gee” that sounds like fun. I wish I could join you”

    Then common sense (and my wife) remind me that I’m 72 years old and to quote her “I should grow up.”

    I don’t know how you and Fiona met up, but your the perfect pair, made for each other. Don’t ever let her get away.

    keep traveling…keep blogging. Seems to me you do both very well

    Stan
    East prov RI

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