Food Run Memories

WE EACH JUMPED OUT of our sidecars and scampered from house to house gathering up bags of non-perishable items. We placed them in the back of the attending truck and brought our load back to one of the Ural troop’s garage. There we sorted the goods to fit into the sidecars and on the racks of each bike.

With our brilliantly decorated Urals, we rode in a parade-like fashion to deliver our treasures to the local Campbell River food bank.

Our lead driver was dressed up as Santa Claus and drove a Gear Up, Frank, my husband, followed in our Patrol and the third driver closed ranks with his Gear Up. We three monkeys followed them in a regular vehicle.

Along our route, the drivers got honked at by passing motorists and waved at by people out for an evening stroll. Once we arrived at the drop-off site, folks interested in the Ural bikes surrounded us. Some even helped us transfer the perishables to the waiting storage trailer. We left the parking lot with upbeat hearts.

Food Run Memories 2011