My first time towing a motorcycle was stressful. I had no less than a dozen people watching. A few were drunk, or at least working towards that goal. All were watching me. Many offered their uninvited opinions. The vast majority were speaking amongst themselves, in a language I didn’t understand, sharing what I could only assume was color commentary.
I had just bought a motorcycle something which would allow me to tow motorcycles using my Jeep’s 2″ trailer hitch. Perfect! I thought. The idea was never to start towing motorcycles for pay, though I would later offer to do so. The idea was to have a means of towing a motorcycle, so as to bring one with me on road trips with non-riding friends. My two car garage was already pretty full with a car, some tools, and a few bikes, so the smaller the better.
When I say Charlie is a gentleman, I mean that he offered me a beer, and repeated the offer twice more as we continued to down the brew.
A day or few earlier, I had bought my locally-made motorcycle trailer-thing from a gentleman named Charlie. When I’m telling you it’s locally made, I mean it. Made in a backyard Toronto shop, about 5 minutes from my house. When I say Charlie is a gentleman, I mean that he offered me a beer, and repeated the offer twice more as we continued to down the brew.
My mind flicked back to the task at hand. The crowd was there, watching me as I checked the straps on my bike. I live in a hilly area, with a steep driveway, and some sharp 90-degree turns. The crowd were my neighbors along with their friends and relatives. If anything happened to my motorcycle, not only would I feel so sorry that I hurt her, but I would have to hide my face in shame every time I left the house for the rest of the week.
Luckily. Nothing happened. In fact, the next morning I took my second motorcycle towing trip, towing my own bike once again. This time we went down to the dealership for a potential gasket leak. “That’s nothing. Pressure hose it, see if it comes back, if it does, we’ll take care of it. It might just be sweating a bit.” Have I mentioned that Dave at Studio Cycle in Toronto never, ever, charges for work that isn’t needed?
So I just kept driving and towed my bike right back home and gave her a wash. I guess even being the macho he-man that I am (*snort*), I get a little squeamish trying new things, but hey, life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Since then I’ve towed over a dozen motorcycles so far. Offering a motorcycle towing service has been a lot of fun. They’ve ranged from 2011 50cc Vespa scooter that was an every day commuter bike to a 1985 Honda Gold Wing touring motorcycle that was coming out of long term storage to be restored. If you need motorcycle towing in Toronto please contact me.