Super Sport Touring: Spring...it's here!...Or is it?

My first blog post will involve a ride report I wrote two weeks ago for a forum I visit.

I made it out for the first time in 2011 on Friday Feb 18 and had a blast! Day started off with a midterm at school. When I was done, I rushed home to Richmond Hill (I go to school in St. Catharines), popped in the battery and picked a destination.

Decided to go to Caledon and ride the Forks of the Credit, Hockley, and Mono Mills as it wasnt too far. Went to the gas station to check tire pressure, when I started riding, I noticed I was missing something...my back protector, so I turned back home after the gas station and put it on.

First stop, Tim Hortons in Bolton. I was so excited to ride that I forgot to eat lunch. Got a few funny looks while I was sitting down enjoying my sandwich.

I headed towards Caledon and made a little detour to the Cheltenham Badlands. When I got there, very empty...but I was wondering how it would look with all the snow between the little mounds of dirt. Got off my bike...and damn, I stepped in the thick clay. Boot sank in...wasnt very pleasant.

Took a few pictures and went on my way to the forks of the credit.

As I made my way to the Forks, I was wondering if anyone else would be hanging around. I had my doubts as it was a Friday afternoon and temperatures considered uncomfortable by many (8 degrees). Not to my surprise, no one there, its okay, I'm there to enjoy the ride, not so much to socialize.

About 500 meters into the twisties, I see this:

...Bummer.

Since there was no traffic, I snapped a few picture of my bike and the scenery.

I turned around and went through the Forks of the Credit Provincial Park route.

Made my way to Mono Mills, roads all nice and empty

Was having so much fun that I forgot to check my speedo. Looked down and see 125km/h....Ooops! Back off the throttle, back down to 80

Stopped at Mono Center and had a chat with one of the employees there who was madd jealous that I was out there riding. Warned me of the gravel on the curves, heeded that advise and went on my way.

Took Hockley home, pretty much had the road to myself. Stopped at a coffee time in Newmarket, took a seat and looked out the window. Well well, what a good photo op.