Wednesday. Wednesday to hit the hills. There are no cops out on Wednesdays. Wednesdays in the mountains and Wednesdays in the mountains are good, and quiet. My bike and I and past-present-future. My bike and I and dips and swoops and curves. My bike and I are throttle happy. Throttle happy on Wednesdays.Read More Like Wednesday.
Blessed existence. Went for a ride on Saturday. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. The usual weekend Sea-to-Sky bustle, cops out full throttle, making living, making quota- keeping one’s eyes open, making one’s heart quicken. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of […]Read More Like the “there is Nothing like it”
It’s week 11 of our week Motorcycle and Power Equipment Foundation course; the first level of four in becoming a Red Seal Certified Tech. It was for the love of my motorcycle and desire to be wholly self-sufficient in working on my own bike(s) that I decided to take this program. Since I am overdue […]Read More In Class I: Suspension
It’s been one year since I bought my GSX-R. How I remember that first morning well. It was a sunny Saturday that I rode my CBR to Langley to look at a (blue) R6 with an ultra-fucked subframe and a big dent where the previous owner’s crotch had hit before he rag-dolled into the asphalt. […]Read More one year of GSX-R.