This could really only happen in the Ottawa area. Saturday, May 7th was a busy day. I started my day in Manotick meeting the winners of the Marvelous Mother's Day contest. I shot some video, then jumped into my car with my daughter and sped off for Richmond, where I was supposed to meet up with a group of all female motorcycle riders, called WindSisters. I knew they were gathering in Richmond, so I figured it wouldn't be hard to find them. Wrong. They weren't in any of the obvious spots. Instead of giving up, I decided to be a good woman and ask for help. I stopped a group of riders on the street to see if they knew where I could find the other bikers. It turned out I knew the woman on the back of one of the motorcycles. When she heard question she yelled back, "Follow us." So I did....for kilometre, after kilometre, after kilometre. After ten minutes or so It became obvious something was not right. I finally flagged them down to ask where they were going. Well, to make a long story short, the bikes I was following did not belong to the group I was looking for. This was different group all together, but they were riding for a good cause. So I decided to go as far as they next step. It was a beautiful day to visit bustling Merrickville. That's where I got to ask the participants in the Ride for Disabled Vets a few questions.
Note to myself. Always get an exact location, write it down, and get a contact number for good measure.