trykemike
09-21-2009, 11:16 PM
I left my driveway at 1000 am and rode on the hwy 404 and 407 avg 100-105 kph 80 kms to meet up with 2 friends for a day ride. Here is a descriptionof the route.
Forks of The Credit Road
Forks Of The Credit Road is an amazing motorcycle road. From Hwy 10 it rollicks up and down, crests an S-curve and carves its way through the Devil's Pulpit escarpment to meet up with the Credit River. Crossing a bridge, the road snaps around a tight switchback as it climbs, and then twists along until it reaches the village of Belfountain.
Belfountain was originally named McCurdy's Village after "Grize" McCurdy who owned silver mines in the area. Fresh baked goods, deli meats and cheeses make the Belfountain Village Store a popular weekend hangout for motorcyclists. Prior to 1888 the store was originally the site of the Glover Tavern, much to the chagrin of old man McCurdy who was opposed to drinking establishments.
The tight hilly corners of the side road leading north to the town of Cataract are highly entertaining, with a few rough and sandy spots. The two buildings on the right as you turn onto Cataract Rd provide natural spring water for Canada Dry brand soda pop. Dating from 1855, the Cataract Inn is one of the few remaining buildings of the era. Experimental electric power lit the streets of Cataract in 1899, thanks to John Deagle who converted his grist mill into a power plant.
These amazing roads and historic sites come with a price. Weekend visitors clog the area in the summer afternoons. Autumn colours bring even more hordes of tourists. The best time to come is in the morning or during the week. The other thing to watch out for is radar. Residents of the posh mansions in the area get tired of bikes screaming past all day long and the Ontario Provincial Police are often hiding in the bushes to keep a lid on the festivities.
The total ride was 285 kms and consumed 9 liters of gas.
Hundereds of bikes were out during the day. We stopped at a cafe for lunch
the parking lot was packed with bikes even an old harley knuckle-head with a rigid frame.
My buddies ride hogs but I ride the " piglet " in their terms. All in all a great day.
Forks of The Credit Road
Forks Of The Credit Road is an amazing motorcycle road. From Hwy 10 it rollicks up and down, crests an S-curve and carves its way through the Devil's Pulpit escarpment to meet up with the Credit River. Crossing a bridge, the road snaps around a tight switchback as it climbs, and then twists along until it reaches the village of Belfountain.
Belfountain was originally named McCurdy's Village after "Grize" McCurdy who owned silver mines in the area. Fresh baked goods, deli meats and cheeses make the Belfountain Village Store a popular weekend hangout for motorcyclists. Prior to 1888 the store was originally the site of the Glover Tavern, much to the chagrin of old man McCurdy who was opposed to drinking establishments.
The tight hilly corners of the side road leading north to the town of Cataract are highly entertaining, with a few rough and sandy spots. The two buildings on the right as you turn onto Cataract Rd provide natural spring water for Canada Dry brand soda pop. Dating from 1855, the Cataract Inn is one of the few remaining buildings of the era. Experimental electric power lit the streets of Cataract in 1899, thanks to John Deagle who converted his grist mill into a power plant.
These amazing roads and historic sites come with a price. Weekend visitors clog the area in the summer afternoons. Autumn colours bring even more hordes of tourists. The best time to come is in the morning or during the week. The other thing to watch out for is radar. Residents of the posh mansions in the area get tired of bikes screaming past all day long and the Ontario Provincial Police are often hiding in the bushes to keep a lid on the festivities.
The total ride was 285 kms and consumed 9 liters of gas.
Hundereds of bikes were out during the day. We stopped at a cafe for lunch
the parking lot was packed with bikes even an old harley knuckle-head with a rigid frame.
My buddies ride hogs but I ride the " piglet " in their terms. All in all a great day.