Anyone who has ever owned a vintage motorcycle, scooter or moped knows – there is a certain magic in the mechanical. These machines of analog engineering that work via meshing gears, sliding cables, and the occasional kick of a recalcitrant part or two. It isn’t about performance – newer machinesContinue Reading
I’ve seen vikings on a TNG, astronauts on a Honda, and moped driving characters making people stop and stare as they buzz on by. Lost at 3am in the mist, broken down in Northern Ontario, talking to a man in an ape suit while seeing if a downed rider wasContinue Reading
When we last left off, I was telling the story of the ride that *really* changed everything for me – how that particular journey started. I was telling the story of my grandfather Jack, about deciding to take a Russian sidecar motorcycle over 5000km across Canada to attend his memorial.Continue Reading
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 greenContinue Reading
I was attacked by a rubber chicken, offered a banana by a man in an ape suit, watched everything from a tinfoil alien to a cow ride past me – all of this in the midst of riding several hundred kilometers in a mad dash through puzzles and mysterious mapContinue Reading