2010
Alaska Sunk
Part
6 of 15
Pense
Weather
turns Catastrophic!
The
Comfort Inn
Pense
I
didn't want to leave the flea bag motel but the old lady was booked
solid for the day. The rain was not about to let up. I was wet like a
duck. I felt like a duck. I was walking like a duck,...and ….Quack!
Quack! ...I had become a duck. I packed the bike as best I could and
headed towards Regina to fill up with gas. Some travellers going
through Regina on the Trans-Canada Highway don't know that you have
to get-off the main highway in order to get gas on one of the service
roads. I didn't see any convenient service road exits and I didn't
feel like leaving the Trans Canada anyway so I thought I'd continue
riding and get gas beyond the city limits where, in fact, there were
no gas stations as I was about to discover. In no time at all, I was
again in torrential rain and still in the dark at only seven degrees
Celsius. More importantly, my gas tank was on the “E”
mark. Bloody Hell! I slowed down to sixty kilometers an hour to
conserve what little gas I had left. My Harley soon began “jerking
and coughing” meaning that I was out of gas and I had to switch to
reserve. I think the Harley service manual said that I can do between
thirty and fifty kilometers on reserve which isn't very much when
you're in the middle of no-man's land between Regina and Moose-Jaw
Saskatchewan. It's not exactly the place where gas stations grow on
trees. And, of course, I'd never tested how far I could go on
reserve, before. About half and hour later I came across a sign
saying “Pense 10” pointing to the right. I saw a grain elevator,
a few lights and a couple of pick-up trucks so I took a chance on
whether or not they would have any gas there. If they hadn't, I knew
that I wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.
I saw a wooden shack that sold newspapers, potato chips,
chocolate bars and hot coffee and it had a single solitary old-style
gas pump out front. The only person I saw in Pense was an old Indian
lady that ran that store and she let me fill up with gas and sip on
hot coffee. She saved my skin that day.
When
I got back to the highway I turned west towards Moose Jaw and
continued on. Less than ten minutes later after climbing a fairly
steep gradient I saw a brightly lit, clean, brand new gas station
complete with six shiny illuminated pumps; a washroom and its very
own restaurant. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or get angry so I
laughed and shouted as loud as I could into the wind ...“I'll take
that wonderful old Indian lady over you guys anytime!” ….then I
gave them the finger and rode on.
Weather
turns Catastrophic!
I'd
never seen clouds so black. They were hanging so low in the sky I
felt I could stand on the pegs of the Harley Davidson and touch them.
The wind was getting stronger and it was taking all of my energy to
keep from blowing off the road. The rain was hitting my face so hard
it felt like nails were being hammered into it. I was now riding with
my right hand on my throttle and my left hand against my glasses
trying to stop them from blowing-off. Trucks pulling camper-wagons
were beginning to pull off the highway onto the shoulder but it was
no use me doing the same because there was no shelter - no place. The
sky was laced with forked-lightening and the thunder-claps were even
stronger than those at Obotonga. I put both hands on my handle-bars
momentarily to steady my bike against an extra gust of wind and my
glasses were gone instantly and forever. I saw them momentarily
against a black sky being blown far away by the wind. I saw that
police had detoured traffic through a field of mud because part of
the highway had been washed away. While taking the detour I dropped
the Harley into sixteen inches of soft mud and I was not able to lift
her upright again. Two truckers waded through the sticky mud to help
me get out of there. They told me they rode Harleys too. I felt my
energy levels draining to an all-time low. I wasn't sure how much
more of this I could take. The Harley was self-cleaning because once
I got back on solid asphalt the downpour simply washed all the mud
off her right away. Nonetheless, I continued on. Thank God I'd packed
a spare pair of glasses.
I came across a “scenic look-out” where a few camper
trucks had pulled off the highway to rest and one guy was playing his
radio and letting others listen-in. The epicenter of the storm was
Maple Creek, Sask. very close to where we were standing. The Premier
of the Province of Saskatchewan had just declared a state of
emergency. Parts of the Trans-Canada Highway had been washed-out.
Railroad tracks had been uprooted in parts. Fields had turned into
lakes, and some people were being evacuated from their homes because
their basements were completely flooded. People were being asked not
to travel wherever possible and there was I, stuck right in the
middle of this mess. I was truly wiped!
The
Comfort Inn
I
retained all my faculties. My road-sense, my reaction times and
reflexes were still good. My sense of balance; my road vision and my
hearing were not impaired in any way, but apart from that, the
relentless rain and continuing cold had turned me into a zombie. I
just didn't seem to have much life left in me. The weather provided
no relief. My mind was a blank. All I did was sit on the bike, like
the little rider on a toy plastic motorcycle just like the ones you
used to play with when you were a kid. I rode for hours on end at a
steady speed until I needed gas or something to eat. It was taking me
three times longer than normal to get on and off the bike and five
times the amount of effort required to do these simple tasks. I was
not enjoying this anymore. I wasn't even sure where I was, except
that I did remember seeing a signpost at the side of the road some
time back saying, “Welcome to Alberta”.
It
was a sight for sore eyes. The Comfort Inn in Medicine Hat. I pulled
in their parking lot. I put down my side-stand and I hit the kill
switch on the Harley. In order to get off the bike safely and without
falling to the ground I had to plan each fundamental movement well in
advance. I walked into the lobby and two clerks at the reception desk
were laughing out loud. I suddenly realized that it was me they were
laughing at. Me, and the mini-lake of rainwater I had deposited on
their shiny marble floor. When I saw the humour in the situation I
began laughing too. What a sight I was!
I
was given a wonderful room with a great big fluffy dry bed. I didn't
get anything to eat. I didn't get anything to drink. I took-off my
clothes; dried myself off with the driest of my wet towels and
climbed into the most comfortable bed in the world. I slept for
twelve hours.
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