Many a road trip that is. The first of the season; a leisurely excursion along rural state roads, past green farm fields, and through lakeside villages just finishing preparations for the beginning of the tourist season. I always love being the first of the tourist season.Except we weren’t the first of the tourist season, the Canadians were celebrating Memorial Day (No, Canadians are not required to celebrate their holidays on the same days we celebrate our holidays…just think how many more holidays there are to celebrate this way. We can have Canadian Thanksgiving in October, and then have all our Canadian friends over for turkey in November.)We’ve been here before, and there’s a motel that has an outrageous view of the mountains across the way, and a pool. But no rooms. Luckily, we were able to get a room at a motel just up the street and it had an awesome view of the mountains too. But no pool. Everyone has to make sacrifices, I guess.The nice thing about these two motels, so conveniently located, next to each other, is that they are within walking distance to all tourist things, and not within hearing distance of them. Oh, that and the Thai restaurant across the street, and the Indian restaurant down the block. (And the ice cream store one block further on.)The weather, ahh, the weather. Both days of riding proffered eighty degrees, the slightest breezes, the perfect mixture of elements to make the first ride of the season perfect. And so many bikers chose to make it their weekend as well. There were groups as large as twelve riders, going on their own first rides of the season.The first real ride of the season, always reminds me why I ride. No helmet states make me happy I live in a place where they believe in the true meaning of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Because I will be chasing that happiness all summer long. Helmet or no helmet, like they say a bad day of riding….