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are kilometers worth crowing about?

When I #RideTheHighlands, which is frequently, I often pitstop coming or going or sometimes both in Calabogie at The Calabogie Brewing Company, The Redneck Café or the Bogie General Store.

If there are other riders around, I usually try to strike up a conversation. Some are more willing to engage than others. So it was this past Wednesday when I stopped to stretch my legs during my circuitous route back to Almonte.

There was a lone blacked-out bike sitting by the gas pumps at the opposite end of the General Store parking lot. I could see it had an orange graphic on the gas tank, but it was too far away for me to decipher the wording. I decided to investigate.

I didn’t see its owner until I was close enough to touch the bike, a Harley Davidson 114 according to the graphic. She was standing about twenty-five feet away in the long afternoon shade cast by the store and eating something from a bag. Maybe chips from the food truck?

Our conversation began with the standard stuff.

“Nice ride,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Where you headed?”


“You got a ways to got yet,” I said.

“Nah. I ride four- or five hundred-kilometer loops.”

I nodded. Stayed quiet for a bit. Gave her a chance to ask me something. She continued to eat.

“Where you from?” I picked it up again.


Again, I waited for her to do more than reply to my questions. Still, she continued to eat.

“Bike’s real clean,” I said, mentally comparing its blacker-than-black exterior to my dead-bug-encrusted windscreen. “Is it new?”

“Nope. Put about 10,000 kilometers on it every year,” she said.

Her tone suggested that 10k was quite an accomplishment, one with which I should be impressed.

I might have shared that I was 150 kilometers away from riding 20,000 so far this year. Or that I rode 21,000 kilometers last year in my first season. But I didn’t.

“Wow,” I said.

“I ride The Highlands a lot,” she said. “There are tons of great roads in The Highlands.”

Yeah, I know,” I replied.

Enough idle chitchat.

“Well, I’d best be off,” I said. “Ride safe.”

“Thanks,” she answered.

I walked back across the parking lot, geared up and got on TheFox.

She was still there when I pulled out onto the 508 headed toward Burnstown for the last leg of my ‘infinity loop.’


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2 thoughts

  • Hi I’m the person you we’re talking to. My name is Becky. I was eating a bag of chips and drinking a coke. I didn’t see your bike till you pulled out. You think I would have noticed your chaps before you walked away. I would have chatted more but I’m shy when I meet new people. I think riding is great and wish I could do more however I have a bad neck. It was great meeting you. Next time I will chat more

    • Hi Becky,

      Thanks for your comment. I will change the gender and the food details in the post so it is more accurate. Yes, it’s surprising you didn’t notice I was in riding gear and that you didn’t see my bike until I pulled out.

      Sorry about your shyness and that your bad neck prevents you from riding as much as you would like.

      I hope you continue to ride safe and enjoy The Highlands.

      All the best,


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