Saturdays I get off work early, but even so, with the shorter days of the season by the time I reach Magic Road* it is dark. Taking Magic Road is two kilometres shorter than other options, but with low-light and a couple of centimetres of fresh snow and no maintenance at this time of year the route is a challenge. Even so it is still my preferred commute. Two kilometres is substantial on a bike, and besides its a beautiful part of the ride.
A couple of weeks ago on a Saturday as I low-gear-wobbled up the rise to the crest of the high point of Magic Road a couple of snow mobiles passed me. At the crest of the rise, 10 meters ahead me, they stopped. In the beam of my head light they looked back at me and then took off dragster style. Rooster tails of snow and exhaust spewed in my direction.
(These pictures showing where I was passed by the the snowmobilers were taken a week earlier on a morning ride in, . Where the bike is parked is my regular break spot, except going home I would have the bike facing the other way. Unfortunately the grade of the route is hard to portray.)
Taking my usual break at the crest I then continued on my way. Some minutes later, as I approached the intersection of Magic Road and a plowed road, I came upon the two snowmobilers.
A chagrined “Could you give one of us a lift”.
One of the machines had broken down, and there was no real need to give anyone a lift. One of them had already called his Dad to come pick him up.
They wondered how I could ride the route. Did I have an engine? No engine, but I did point out the fat tires and low gears.
When assured that they were going to be okay I took leave of them and rode on. Home was still a ways away.
*Magic Road has featured or appeared in a number of posts on this blog and on the blog for the shop at Art Brûlant.