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Happy Gilmore is a resident guest blogger at YouMotorcycle. He brings years of motorcycle industry experience and a dry sense of humour. Yes, humour, with a "u". Though sometimes known for his eccentricities, he's actually technically sound and knows his away around a motorcycle, inside and out.

Got an itch? (Resources for Motorcyclists)

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Like a crack fiend leaving the confines of their apartment to score the next hit, we two-wheeled enthusiasts too have our itch – and various methods of scratching it.

To feel the true sensation of freedom get your license and take a scoot or a motorcycle out on the road, be it a zip through an urban center or a hair-raising ride down some nice twisty roads. But remove the ability to experience that sensation, via snow covered or icy roads, and you’ll be going partly insane just waiting for the temperature to rise so that you can relive the very reason why you ride.

Riding anything with less than 4 wheels (some would argue 3 wheels is 1 too many) really is addicting, and the freedoms that come with living in North America means that we have some very fun big boy toys at our fingertips. The downside? These damn changing seasons that force the majority of enthusiast in Canada to wheel their ride into the garden shed for the coldest months. How you solve this problem is completely up to you, but I’ve compiled some suggestions that are tried and true.

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The Mine in the Mojave

mojave beetle

One man’s search for self-worth, self-identity and a self-serve gas station in the states that accepts Canadian debit cards.

Story by Vincenza

Dedicated to all the insects we have loved and lost.

Once upon a time a teacher in elementary school told me that all great stories begin with ‘once upon a time’ – which is the only reason this story does. It was a deep dark winter’s night as I sat at the kitchen table of my poorly illuminated little apartment thumbing the pages of a tattered local newspaper that was dated 4 months prior – during a time when the sun still stood proudly in the sky well past 9pm and I didn’t rely on dried pieces of wood to feed the flames that provided me with both heat and light.

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