A night spent underground. Taking apart and putting on, watching him. Making brackets from discarded metal, soldering wires with gas and knowing exactly which to put where. And it is 11 pm and it is done, the bike is finished, for the night. And the rain has come after a day of hot, hot sun. […]Read More Like the underground; streetfighter
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
I rode the Duffey Lake Loop many times last summer, commuting from William’s Lake to Vancouver. To and from the ones I care for deeply, making it all the more heartfelt. If only one thing I take from that summer it is that road. It was a May morning, the weekend after my truck accident […]Read More Duffey Lake, Notes from
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.
today we were welding in class. oxyacetylene welding. we welded outside, a group of 15 in the sunshine, wearing thick suede aprons, gloves, and a little cotton caps that made us look like Japanese mechanics. the sun was out for the first time in a long time. from my little window of the welder’s goggles, […]Read More how it was to get away