Some nights there are far too many hours between when the bar lets out and when the cemetery opens up. Those are the nights bad things can happen. Those are the nights when your best bet is calling up a ...Read More »
Some people laughed when I tell them about how I got a raise, and then stopped working in the motorcycle industry a few days later. Some people also laughed when I told them I got offered a job at another company that I didn't even apply to. Unfortunately this post isn't very funny, so you should probably stop reading it.
Long story short, I'm not going to go to work anymore, I'm just going to ride my motorcycles instead.
And then you ride home with a warm engine and a cold back seat, wondering when you'll see her again. But before you know it you're riding past your ex girlfriend's house. She sent you a message on the anniversary of your father's death, and asked you not to answer in it.
You pull in the clutch and twist the throttle back hard, letting your engine sing at the rev limiter as you ride by. That's how bikers say hello sometimes.
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.
We generally don't like police overenforcing the roads, but in this case OPP looking to crack down on distracted drivers may just be a blessing for motorcyclists and scooterists. In today's adventure, my Harley Davidson and Ms. Chatty Cathy got into an argument.Read More »