I woke up this morning and guess what, the internet
works fine. Of course, things usually work better when you have an IP
address and a default gateway, oh well, so much for relying on the front
desk girlís estimation of network issues!
I got all packed up and headed out for Regina. I packed up my jacket liner and
electric vest as it had been in the mid 90ís when I got to Edmonton yesterday. I left around 11:30, and
it was already hot. Luckily, about 45 min outside of Edmonton it rained. It was really nice to cool
off. At first, the storm looked really bad. I pulled over and donned my rain
pants. I took a pic of the prairie and the straight as ever road as well.
The rain lasted for about 20 min or so, and when I entered the storm there
was an instant 20 degree drop in temperature, very nice!
After the rain the wind kicked up which helped to cool
me off even more. This was all great until I was dried up and the sun came
out. Then the temps started climbing. Near the halfway point to Regina the Celsius scale read 45, thatís 113
Fahrenheit! Iím pretty sure this was the heat index, but still, anything
above 100 reported on the news is still hot. And the cross winds were
horrible. All day long, regardless of direction traveled, the cross winds
blew. I took to shifting my butt to the right side of the seat to help weigh
down that side of the bike due to the winds. At one point it was so bad,
that I was leaning right during a left hand turn. Later I found on the news
that the winds had been around 25 miles an hour with gusts to 35.
I had to stop quite a few times for water, and a couple
of times for some caffeine, the heat was making me drowsy. But I took my
time and stopped often. My last stop was in The Battlefords, about half way
to Regina. I got some Diet
Dr. Pepper and a Reeseís bar. I met some Harley riders that thought I had a
flat tire. I had put the bike on the center stand, and the rear wheel was on
a lower section of the parking lot, so the front wheel was way high in the
air. I assured them I was fine and headed out.
I had planned on stopping again in Saskatoon, but I felt good and just kept on
riding. Itís around 246 miles from The Battlefords to Regina, and I figured I could squeak it out. I
thought Iíd be able to stop for gas if I needed it. I passed through a small
town with one gas station about 50 miles from Regina. But the light wasnít on and the gas
gauge was still showing plenty of fuel. So on I rode. About 5 miles later I
rode down into a valley, then back up out of it. On the way out my gas light
came on. No biggie I thought, Iíll just get gas at the next stop. Now I must
tell you that one of my philosophies is not to get off the interstate unless
I can see the gas station. Especially up here where small towns shut down. I
did see a few signs for gas, but I never saw the actual gas station. The
last thing I wanted to do was get off the main road, go out of my way to
find a closed gas station, then have to head back to the main road and end
up wasting more gas. After 30 miles I still had not found a station. So I
tucked into the bike, knees against the tank, arms tucked in, and my head
down below the windshield to help with aerodynamics and hopefully save gas.
Still I didnít see any gas stations. I kept watch on the gas gauge as well
as the GPS to figure out distance remaining to destination. The gas gauge
finally read 0 about 10 miles from Regina. I was really
worried. Here I was, in the middle of Canada, with two empty gas cans in
my saddle bag (total volume of Ĺ gallon), about to run out of gas. Iíd been
all the way up the Alaska Hwy,
all the way to Deadhorse, AK, up and back down the Dalton Hwy, and had never come close to
running out of gas. Now, having passed numerous gas stations, I found myself
with a gas gauge of 0 and the distinct possibility of having to push my
motorcycle, an idea I really didnít want to think about. Luckily the big
bike came through and got me to
Regina. At the very first sight of a gas station I
pulled in. I filled up and thanked the bike for getting me there. However, I
was nowhere near running out of gas. I only put 26 liters in (6.5 gallons).
I still had 1.5 gallons left in my 8 gallon tank, another 50 to 60 miles or
so. I have no idea why the gas light came on so soon or why the gas gauge
read 0, but I was happy to know I still had that reserve. Of course, when I
was on the road I was busy cussing myself for being so stupid. Such is life.
I made my way to the hotel, the best
Holiday Inn of the trip so far. I checked in and got some ice cream on the
way to the room to help cool off. It was way too hot today. I also found out
that last time it had rained here was the last time I was in
Regina, 3 weeks ago. Ever since I had almost frozen
on the way into Regina, the temps had been climbing. Today was
the highest at 45 Celsius.
After I unpacked and showered, I crossed
the street to the Husky station and bought some water. Back at the room I
had a pizza, watched some TV, and worked on the computer. I also realized
that every hotel night, other than the
hotels, I had ordered pizza. On the way up in Winnipeg,
Regina, and Edmonton,
then in Wasilla, AK, and then on the way back down in
Edmonton, and Regina.
I like pizza, and it is very convenient.
I ended the night around 12:45 am.