As I mentioned before, this run is not initially big bike friendly. Coming off the ferry, one slabs it for about three miles to the beginning of the Trailway, which follows the route of the former Newfoundland rail line. This narrow track runs along the coast. The scenery is spectacular. The riding isn't. Up here, quads are king. I'm generally against quads, but they make sense here. On a motorcycle, one has to choose either the right or left rut, with a large hump of loose gravel in between. The alders have grown into the path, and try to snatch the bars out of your hands if you hesitate for a moment.
This is rough riding. It's relentless, and you have to maintain focus continually. Have real "bark-busters". The sissy little things that come on some bikes will be on the side of the trail within 20 minutes. On the 21st minute, your levers and master cylinder reservoir will be there also, followed by you.
If you need to switch sides, it's best to do it in the numerous pot-holes. There's no gravel in the bottom of the holes, and you can switch sides at will. Riding over the loose central berm will eat your lunch, no matter what tires you're on. There are "up" ruts and "down" ruts. To conserve energy, one has to pick the one with less ballast.
After several miles, Rich spins off the trail and ditches on a particularly bad patch. A local on a quad stops and helps him out. That's how they roll up here. Community is king, neighbors are necessary, and a friend in need is a friend indeed.
Canuman screwed with this post 11-03-2013 at 06:19 PM