Gilbert and Motorcycles and Ferries

We left Vancouver at 12 to catch the ferry from Tsawwassen to Long Harbour, Salt Spring Island. I was driving the Harley Electraglide Classic with Laura behind me and Gilbert, our dog in his t bag on the luggage rack. It was an exhilarating ride out Oak and onto the high way heading towards Seattle. What a beautiful sunny day! We had no trouble with the underpass but he wind around Delta was something else. I was thankful we were well over a thousand pounds of weight with the nearly 900 lb motorcycle, big hagen daz ice creamed bellied me and little Laura and little Gilbert. Without that Hagen Daz belly I'm sure we would have been airborne over the farmers fields. At the ferry terminal we got put right to the front of the line as usual. There was time for Gilbert to experience the exciting nasal experience of the dog walk. When Gilbert was back in his box all the other bikers wanted to meet him. Even a couple of little girls with bunny dolls came to say hello. Then we were on the ferry. Gilbert's eyes were wide. He'd been on the ferry before and he'd been in the sailboat but this was his first experience riding high up on the motorcycle. He was thankful to be let down on the deck where he proceeded to throttle Rooster, the squeaky toy Laura had been so thoughtful to pack.