True Story… can chose to believe it or not. But anyways, I commute up the DVP to York Mills every day. Anyways one of the highlights is what I jokingly call my facial. And that is the dump trucks that travel up the DVP around the same time I do. They kick up so much dirt or spray dirt from the back that I can tell I am coming up to a dump truck even if it’s a couple kilometers ahead of me. My lovely facial… A little grimy but never need to exfoliate at home…

When Americans think of Germany, they imagine blonde, pig-tailed, cowbell ringing farmer's daughters serving gallon-sized beer mugs to Lederhosen-wearing yodelers against a backdrop of fairytale castles, snow-covered mountains and the distant sound of alp horns ...

If this trip isn’t on your travel bucket list, it should be

Story by Dustin Woods Photos by Dustin Woods and Alexe Sawicki

Whenever and wherever riding enthusiasts congregate and discuss the best places to ride, the old standards like the Pacific Coast Highway, Cabot Trail and Deal’s Gap come up often. I recently started hearing about another one lately that had me intrigued - The Lake Superior Circle Tour. The subject of perhaps the most famous Canadian ballad of all time, Gordon Lightfoot’s song about an ill-fated ship named the Edmund Fitzgerald and its 29 crew members warns of the peril such a treacherous body of water can hold.

Sturgis is one of the largest motorcycle rallies in the world.
The Sturgis motorcycle rally attracts half a million motorcycle enthusiasts (some say "Bikers") from all across North America for "Bike Week", one of the most amazing motorcycle experiences of all time. Add it to your bucket list, folks, you don't want to miss this mecca of motorcycling.

Hellcat Customs, a small, Arizona-based custom motorcycle builder is attempting to make history. Their passions include turbo-charging one-of-a-kind Sportsters and building custom sidecars. Now Hellcat Customs are blending the two — with the first-ever turbo-charged sidecar Sportster running a stock Harley engine on regular pump gas to attempt to set a land speed record at the Bonneville Salt Flats.

What's an avid watch collection (yes, they exist) to do when he realizes that his hobby just isn't enough? Overcoming the shock that watch collecting could get dull was probably the easy part, but what happened next was a stroke of brilliance. Watch Parts Motorcycles, based in Toronto, Canada, has spent hundreds if not thousands of hours building handmade miniature motorcycle models out of thousands of parts from hundreds of watches.

His creations are stunning and have earned him international attention and a Facebook following of over 2,400 fans in just over a year. Take a look at some of these beautiful two wheeled creations.

Yesterday, on a bit of an impulse, I dove into a world I know NOTHING about. The 70s and 80s UJM restoration / customization / coolalization world. On a bit of whim (read: I'm ridiculously impulsive), I sold my beloved 2005 Suzuki Boulevard M50. It simply wasn't seeing enough highway miles, and in the city, my KYMCO Venox 250 trumps all other motorcycles. Still, wanting something affordable, with a little more horsepower, and perhaps a little caught up in the Toronto cafe racer scene and the kustom kraze, I decided to jump on the opportunity to pick up a 1979 Honda CB650 for $800 with dreams of restoring her to her former greatness... or at least having one sweet ride!

When it comes to employee incentive theories there are two schools of thoughts:
The managers and corporate hierarchies who believe that generous discounting of product to employees hurts revenues, and those who believe in the power and return achieved by having workers who are active consumers of the products and services of the organization they work for. These are there stories.

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.

Sitting on a sunny patch of grass we saw her, in her highlighter pink gear. She climbed off after parking awkwardly. Her gear and her bike looked like they were either impeccably well kept, or hadn’t seen much road. I looked back to our helmets and bikes. They were stained, scratched and splattered. They were seasoned vets. Even my ex’s gear showed all the wear of many happy roads together. Their beauty was in their miles, not in their parking lot grassy hillside appeal.

My ex rolled her eyes as the girl left her bike. “I hate pink,” she declared.

As a female motorcyclist, what does pink gear mean to you?