2020 was not a good year. This statement might be slightly more obvious than ones like “Fire is hot” and “Manure probably isn’t a good idea for cologne.” Motorcycle events – cancelled. Travel was curtailed. Places we’d normally ride to – closed. We had to cancel our Junk Run event.
It started, as many flame wars and religious debacles do, with an internet forum post. I was writing something – I don’t even remember what exactly I was writing about, as usual for me the process of writing was more important than the specific subject – and it suddenly
Our Summer: It’s been an interesting summer in that it has been a strange combination of success and failure. We sold our house and are have had an offer accepted to buy a new house in Oshawa (No, the name of this site won’t change – hey I still work
This is the story of when everything changed. The story of the Russian, the mountain, the Ghost and me. It’s going to be longer than the others, it has to be. It has to contain pieces of a trip across a continent, an amazing life, small prairie towns, the green
Motopiphany – a word I gleefully made up one day to describe a moment of sudden revelation or insight brought about in the process of performing the act of two wheeled motor-sport. It’ll be in the dictionary any day now I assure you. Anyone who has been riding for any