Not too cold, not too wet

so I pondered my Sunday options.   I normally don't ride on Sundays as that is "family day", time for me to spend time with Mrs Skoot.  But since she is not yet back to normal due to her broken wrist we have been staying closer to home.  And today her hip was giving her a problem and walking was painful so as she was resting, I . . .

decided to uncover my Vstrom and in my haste, I forgot to check my tire pressures, but I didn`t know it then

I snap on my side cases and head south.  While traveling down Oak Street the rear end feels a bit snaky

and that was when I remembered about checking my tires so I diverted in search of a gas station for an air compressor.  Air is NOT FREE anymore.   Most stations charge for use of their air machine, so instead of the highway I changed direction and headed East on Kent Avenue where I stopped in some pooling water.  It had been showering on and off, and right now the rain was off

It felt good to be riding my Vstrom.  The throttle feels smoother at slower speeds than my Beemer, not so touchy.  I was on a mission to visit a friend in Burnaby, lots of traffic and not many places to stop so I just continued riding, without photos

After chatting, coffee and some biscuits it was starting to get dark and it was lightly raining so I had to return home to start dinner.  I don`t know how women can go to work, do the shopping, housework, laundry and then come home to cook dinner.  Maybe they should learn to do things faster

I stop at Queen Elizabeth Park on my way home to snap a few photos

I know, I shouldn`t park on the wrong side of the street, but I wanted to get the pond in the photo.  When I was much younger I used to come here all the time to play with my toy sailboat

soon enough I get home and have to do the dance with my narrow walkway

My Beemer seems much easier to push around.  The Strom takes a lot more effort

The hardest part is to maneuver (jog) my handlebars past the narrow gate

A pleasant afternoon.  Not too cold, nor too wet but dark when I finally arrived home.   Ahhh, the good life on the Wet Coast of Canada