Friday after lunch I leave from the yard for paradise, decided to take the outlaw trail, fastest way up. 3 Hours later I find myself buying gas in Chenneville with 180 k from the house. A quick stop at the local grocery store and onwards to le Chalet. Departure time 12:30 arrival time 4:30. Light up the stove prepare supper for jusque moi cuz everyone else is staying in for the weekend with their honeys (boo hoo) cause they are all off to the Gaspe next week. As soon as I was on the mainland in Pointe des Cascade this morning the trails were freshly groomed, flat and as hard as concrete, scratchers came down and it was like that all the way up.
Saturday morning, the plan is to ride up to Mekoos and meet with Scranton and friends for lunch, they are departing from Maniwaki for a four day ride, I was asked to join in but sorry guys can't do Monday and Tuesdays. We both aim for 11:30 Mekoos time, I arrive at 11:40 and 10 minutes later Scranton walks in with 2 of his buddies, Doonali and forgive me I'm getting old forgot the other guys name but we do share the same line of work. Nice group of guys, would've been a lot of fun riding with them I'm sure. My ride up was to begin with the 43 out of the gate then 323/319/63 east to the 319 again and stuck with it 'till the 53 then back on the 319 into Mekoos, all trails were flat and as hard as concrete, made for some great milage. I filled my tank at the chalet with a jerry can from the cabane so I could leave on full. Arrived at Mekoos with 160 k and a half a tank showing. Wow! Now let's see how far I can take this.......after lunch we all have a quick ride together back to the 319/53 intersection where we split ways. I decide to continue on the 53 to the west side of the Kiamika Reservoir, very picturestic. Take the local over the dam and some dykes then jump back on the 53 down to the 63, head east to the 319 but not before running out of gas, I was hoping to make it into Nominigue but when I saw the milage sign posting Nominigue for another 16 klms and I already have 250 on the take with the light lite for some time now. Well just as I was finishing that thought she starts burping on me, I pull over and put the spare can in at 252 k. 16 klms later take the gas continue on the 63 'till the 319 and down to an old friends place at Lac aux Castor for a few rounds and supper. later in the evening I get the 600 Ace Tundra escort at 40 kph with diplomatic flags waving. Half way back escort takes a U turn and am in for a night cap at 9:30. Again all the trails were not disappointing at all, all flat and as hard as concrete once more.
Sunday, todays plan, sleep in.........................ride back. Upon my return last night I had an E code lite up on my gauges and a message coming across the screen "Faulte Suspension". So in the morning I see the tail end of the sled sagging, OH OH!! Start her up and I can hear the compressor going, gauges are reading the pressure up to the shock setting that I had it last set too, which was 5. Taking some time to go from 1 to 5 then when it gets there it drops back to 4 then up to 5 and does this a couple times and boom! The E code is set in place. Well it's clear to me I have an air pressure issue. Thank god the trails are flat and hard cuz it looks like I'll be riding on the spring all the way back. Load her up and off I go at a 12:15 departure. I was planning on taking a different route for my return ride which would add more klms and more time for the return but that's out the door, it's the outlaw passage back. Heading into Rigaud on the rail bed on coming sledders are twirling their fingers in the air signaling PO PO up a head so I take her down a notch....or 2. What the hell is it with the PO PO and me. Sure enough they're ahead and stop me. They ask me if I'm the owner of the sled notice I have a valid license plate a trail pass, ask me where I'm going and where I have come from and wave me off, toddles boyz. Then another check point stop in the mountain, this time FCMQ officials, guy waves me over and they must have at least a dozen sleds pulled over and there were 2 more officials doing paperwork on their sled seats. Guy asks me for my pink trail pass slip and insurance. This is where it gets interesting, I hand over the pink slip and a photocopy of my drivers license, insurance and registration all on one sheet. (something I learned a long time ago). He takes a quick scan sees everything in tact and waves me off, in and out in a minute or 2 while all the others are still there waiting, telling me they must all have some kind of issue with the FCMQ. Love it when you can ride in and out of these check points in a snap. On the other side of the mountain in St.Marthe I come up on a little parade of B10s or B12s, zip on right by them to get a head a little so I can take a few shots as they are passing by. Really something special to see history on the trail. Arrival time at 4pm.
After thawing out overnight I take a peak underneath looking and hoping for an air leak while keeping my fingers crossed that I didn't blow the shock. Start her up listen for the compressor and VOILA!!! I see the culprit, huge ass bubble on the air lin going from the shock to the body pissing out air, phew!!!! just a hose great news. Now for more inspection and off to the dealer for parts to continue the adventure.