Shubenacadie is a modern spelling and pronunciation of a native indian word for a small inland community. The native word means, "the place where ground nuts occur." I have no idea what that means but the natives obviously did.
To us these days, it's just called "Shubie."
26 of us met outside of town at gas station parking area.
From there we headed inland away from the cooler Atlantic coast, but the humidity had broken and the air was reasonably cool so we weren't cooking inside out riding gear.
The plan was to have lunch in Shubie at a diner that we have frequented for years, but were very disappointed to find it went out of business some time ago.
The only alternative was to carry on and divert to the complex in the village of Kennetcook.
The road across the center of the province was repaved last year and is still in perfect condition. I rode mid pack and smiled at the snake of bikes swinging left and right through the curves and up hill and down dale. The area isn't scenic and is mostly deep forest and open farm fields, but we are here for the road.
On the way we made a rest stop as a very black cloud passed overhead. We expected a monsoon, but not a drop fell.
I showed you the complex in Kennetcook a few weeks ago. The Bar and grill was open and we were soon feeding our faces. Good food and great service.
From there we turned back towards the cities on another smooth road with riders dropping off as we neared home.
For me it was a 250 km (156 miles) run, but others came from farther away to join the ride.
Another great day on a bike with equally great friends.
To us these days, it's just called "Shubie."
26 of us met outside of town at gas station parking area.
From there we headed inland away from the cooler Atlantic coast, but the humidity had broken and the air was reasonably cool so we weren't cooking inside out riding gear.
The plan was to have lunch in Shubie at a diner that we have frequented for years, but were very disappointed to find it went out of business some time ago.
The only alternative was to carry on and divert to the complex in the village of Kennetcook.
The road across the center of the province was repaved last year and is still in perfect condition. I rode mid pack and smiled at the snake of bikes swinging left and right through the curves and up hill and down dale. The area isn't scenic and is mostly deep forest and open farm fields, but we are here for the road.
On the way we made a rest stop as a very black cloud passed overhead. We expected a monsoon, but not a drop fell.
I showed you the complex in Kennetcook a few weeks ago. The Bar and grill was open and we were soon feeding our faces. Good food and great service.
From there we turned back towards the cities on another smooth road with riders dropping off as we neared home.
For me it was a 250 km (156 miles) run, but others came from farther away to join the ride.
Another great day on a bike with equally great friends.
