follow up to Phil's post

Yesterday's ride on the Cabot Trail was by far the hardest ride I've ever done.

I told my former colleague Micheal Rosenstock that I planned to dip the wheel of my bike into the Atlantic Ocean on this trip. Even though this didn't happen, I consider yesterday's ride as a proper initiation to Atlantic coast mountain ridding.

Phil wrote in his post that he didn't enjoy the last leg of the ride. I beg to differ. Not for a single moment did I wish that I wasn't on my motorcycle riding the Cabot Trail, even as the Atlantic ocean dumped herself on me and the strong winds pushed and tugged around. I am glad that I got the proper initiation to some real tough riding, and even happier that Phil and I made through this ordeal safe and sound.

Any rider would always have room to improve, especially for a new rider like me. I came off the ride with improved technical skills and more confidence, for that I am very satisfied. At Cheticamp, we stopped at a Tim Horton's, got some hot tea and decompressed. I felt a new sense of biker camaraderie between Phil and I, for that I am thankful.