In this concluding installment I eat a burger, a DJ plays a song, a Hell’s Angel biker gets offered a snack, and a Bentley/Lincoln hybrid is spotted.
The half way point and lunch stop was at Wicked Cup in Jasper. Jasper does not allow chain restaurants of any kind which quite refreshing and allows for these more funky places to flourish.
They had even arranged for our group to have a DJ during lunch. The weather continued to be absolutely perfect so we sat out on the patio.
Although we spend little time inside the restaurant seemed to have a bicycle theme including these bike wheel seats which looked cool but not super comfortable.
Somehow food always tastes better when on a road trip. Doubly so when you arrive on the later side.
After filling our stomachs we filled our scooters with fuel and started to head back. As the day was getting on we did not explore the town Jasper which was a little disappointing because I have been there only twice this century but never made it beyond the first section of main road. But we certainly did not want the little Tomos bikes beating us back to the campground.
The rivers are fast and full this time of year with snow melt in full swing.
As on the way to Jasper we had to stop to refill from our jerrycans on the way back as well.
After 300+ kms (185+ miles) the auxiliary fuel supply was empty and with the lighter weight could be moved to the rear rack which meant I could finally put my feet in the normal scooter riding position.
The red scooter seemed to lose a bit more power over the blue one at high elevations for some reason. Due to this I now had a little less top end than Peter. Thankfully as we descended to lower elevations it recovered.
A road side stop where one of our larger group may have offered home cooked granola bars to a pair of Hell’s Angels. They declined with few words for the record.
A stylish Yamaha Vino.
These spectacular waterfalls that have not been given justice by a cell phone camera photo. One of these times I will bring our big camera along for the trip.
Highway 93 or the Icefield Parkway.
Nearing the end of the day we left Highway 93 and turned onto the 11. The massive number of of dead trees along this stretch of road had us speculating on the cause. It appeared to be a pest like the Pine Beetle rather than fire or logging.
As we finished up there was a group of folks to greet and cheer us on.
Out of the forty two entries amazingly only one did not make it back under its own power. One of the Tomos bikes had broken but I later heard it had over 60,xxx kms (37,xxx miles) on it! I would image it consumed a large number of those skinny tires over that impressive distance. A few other folks had to be refueled keeping the sweep truck busy.
A few awards were given out. The gentleman in the black t-shirt, Mike, is the organizer and he plus the other volunteers did a fantastic job for what was the fourth running of the event.
Everyone who finished got a patch and plaque.
A much appreciated by all BBQ dinner followed.
Naturally a few celebrations and toasts followed (that is champagne) as well as swapping of tales from the road.
At the end of the day we had to marvel at our trusty steads. These machines had been built three and half decades ago while being originally designed for a duty that did not at all resemble what we had just put them through. The designers likely envisioned the occasional ride to the corner store not a highway mountain run over several hundred kilometers with substantial elevation changes. Despite this both Honda scooters were anvil-like reliable with only the fuel gauge on the red on going AWOL. Even more amazing is that 1983 scooter did this event last year (not the same route but similar concept) and is now a two time veteran.
The next morning we packed to leave and discovered the Volkswagen folks were heading out at the same time. Surprisingly I was not sore from the ride the previous day but a little stiff from two nights in a tent without a proper mattress.
Props to this Volkswagen sand rail owner who took it camping. All his gear was packed in the passenger seat.
We stuck around for the start of a second run on the Sunday which is called the Grom Bomb. This was to Lake Louise and back for the bigger displacement machines. Most of the Groms did both the Fiddy Run and the Grom Bomb.
In the parking lot we borrowed a jack to investigate the Previa for any obvious electrical issues surrounding the transmission before heading out. We did not find any but Peter adjusted the throttle as it was slightly out of specification hoping that would cure the transmission oddities.
The drive back was long but uneventful. The Previa’s transmission hiccuped randomly but held together. If anyone has an thoughts or has experienced this issue I am sure Peter would love to hear about it.
On our way home we spotted this odd Lincoln/Bentley hybrid limousine after scouting out possible starting locations for this summer’s Great Beater Challenge.
That puts this fun adventure in the books. The wild life count for the trip was five or six bears, a pack of deer, two squirrels (one dead, one not), and a bighorn sheep. We figured that our fuel consumption was roughly 3L/100 kms or 80 mpg which not bad since we had been using the throttle in an almost entirely binary manner, either off or fully on. Peter is planning to bring three scooters next year. I would like to join again either on a scooter of my own or another borrowed one. A great big thanks to Peter for inviting me along as well as Mike and the other organizers/volunteers.