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Notte Sento: Rome Scooter Ride Short Film

notte sento scooter couple rome

Notte Sento. That's italian. Literally it means something like "Night Feeling", but in this case it's a bit of an Italian play on words as Notte Sento sounds a bit like Non Ti Sento, or "I Can't Hear You." This video is the story of a beautiful deaf/mute girl who's train to Milan is cancelled so she must spend the night in Rome. In true italian fashion, she meets a boy. Actually, he's much more than just a boy, he's a rider, and the two of them begin their scooter ride across Rome overnight adventure.

This is a must see, even for the manliest of manly men, and the most sentimental alike. Check it out. You're guaranteed to want to ride a scooter or motorcycle through Rome at any moment.

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To Stu Seaton, Motorcycle Mojo Magazine

Motorcycle Ride

Streets and Tracks article, Motorcycle Mojo, December 2012

I read your post "Streets and Tracks" and I think you're working on the assumption everyone cares to live when in fact many of us are indifferent. Who's to say Randy Scott thought he had the skill to do what he did, could it not have been that he just didn't care?

It doesn't do much for the image of the rest of the law-abiding motorcyclists, and it is irresponsible, but we can't work on the assumption that someone was being arrogant or having poor judgement, when in reality a lot of people just aren't afraid.

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How to Name a Scooter: Peppy Tits & Peppy Twat

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Once upon a time a beautiful little introvert called Brownie asked me to take a look at a scooter she was interested in buying. In part thanks to my knit-picking, but mostly thanks to her charm, we haggled another $400 off of the price she had already negotiated the seller down to over the phone. A pretty smile and a short skirt trump a man’s better judgement.

This is the story of a young woman called Brownie, her slips and slides on a scooter she named Peppy Tits, the night with her friend, and how they relate to my latest scooter purchase.

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How to Stop a Motorcycle Show-Off

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Not so long ago, a young woman who's boyfriend just crashed on a motorcycle asked the internet, "Internet, how do I stop my boyfriend, a motorcyclist, from showing off on his motorcycle?" She asked a little late though, as her boyfriend was already in the hospital, the end result of having under-valued a corner, and over-valued his own skills in approaching it on a group ride.

Countless riders chimed in on the evils of showing off on your motorcycle. Only one dared to stand up for the nation of loud and proud motorcycle show-offs. Naturally, that one voice was my own.

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Five Years of Motorcycling

5 Years Riding Motorcycles

Five years ago today I purchased my first bike, a 2005 Derbi Atlantis 50cc two-stroke scooter. I bought it from a so-called “scooter dealership” (read: glorified clothing store with a service garage). They sold me a helmetthat was far too big, and couldn’t have be bothered to show me the controls to my new scooter after they handed me the key. That is to say, five years ago today is the day of my first two wheeled accident, about 10 feet down the alleyway from the first place I ever fired up a bike.

We’ve all been down this same, long road of learning. This short story looks back on how quickly motorcycling can become a way of life.

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How to Shower at a Stranger’s

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If you have to ask how taking a shower in a stranger's washroom relates to motorcycling, I'd venture to guess that you're doing this whole motorcycling thing wrong.

Yesterday I posted The Hamilton Babe & Lady Luck. It was the story of my failed attempt at surprising a friend for a ride. As Lady Luck would have it, I ended up spending the afternoon with someone else, completely unplanned. Before I left I took a quick shower. Showering at someone else's house can be a little tricky if you've never done it before. For everyone looking to live life a little and ride further from home this season, here are some tips!

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The Hamilton Hottie & Lady Luck

Honda Hawk NT650 GT

It happens all the time. You pick your destination, spend copious amounts of time planning your route, but never end up sticking to it. Maybe, like me, you already have the route memorized, but never end up riding it. Whatever the case, there are some recurring themes in the adventures of the happy motorcyclist: getting lost, meeting friends, something inevitably going wrong, and beautiful women never far from the saddle.

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One for the Haters

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Some say advertisements have no place in a motorcycle blog. They say ads make a website "for-profit" and therefor inherently evil. I admire the critics who speak openly and honestly. There's another group who hide behind annonymous flagging, and I simply call them the Haters.

Guess what, Haters?
This one's for you!

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Greatest Motorcycle Memory

Dad's first ride in 20 years!

For my Dad, who said - among countless other words of encouragement - “That’s a great site!”
This post is just for you. My father hasn't been permitted to drive for the past few years on account of having had brain cancer, leaving him prone to potential seizures. He beat his brain tumor only to be hit with cancer in the central nervous system in his spine. This isn't a sad story. Au contraire, it's my answer to not only what was my greatest motorcycle memory of 2011, but also a day I will remember forever.

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Motorcycles in Toronto

Toronto Motorcyclists

It’s not easy being a motorcyclist in Toronto, Canada. Here in the Great White North motorcyclists are few and far between. We’re a rare breed still frowned upon as non-sensible, a band of hooligans in the eyes of our coworkers, friends, and family. Our riding season is short and our weather is unfriendly. We have no organized motorcycle races within the city save for the once or twice MX comes to town, and our downtown motorcycle stuntshows have been moved to outside of the city, but one Toronto motorcyclist dares to say: “Baby, it’s all good.”

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