(to the tune of “Riders on the Storm” by The Doors)
Riding through the snow
Riding through the snow
I’m riding pretty slow
Through the killer winter cold
Water dripping from my nose
Turns into an icicle
Because of all the snow
Continue reading Riding Through the Snow (parody)
A group of friends write a techno song, played exclusively using a Jeep and captured on tape.
I had lots of Lego bricks as a kid. But I never, ever built anything like this.
This nutter built a perfect, working model of a Ferrari 312 by hand.
My dad always told me to pursue a balanced life. Not so this guy.
Until today, I had often heard of, but never viewed, the iconic chase scene from Bullitt with Steve McQueen.
Today, I understand a little of why it is The referenced chase scene with which all others are compared.
And apparently, I need to watch The World’s Fastest Indian. Hmm… maybe I do…
Maybe for some folks this isn’t the most epic motorcycle tour ever. But for me, it’s huge.
Six men. Six bikes. One thousand, one hundred fifteen kilometres. Four days.
I’m lovin’ it!
Here’s the map: Continue reading Epic Motorcycle Tour 2009
The headline read “7 Christian bikers arrested in Orange County raid”. My heart sank.
Continue reading “Christian” Bikers Arrested
Heading out on the highway on Saturday morning with my baby brother Curtis, my uncle Vic, and Curtis’ brother-in-law Lloyd. Should be a good time.
We’ll leave Castlegar in the morning and head to Grand Forks and Rock Creek on the Crowsnest Highway #3 and then Highway #33 to Kelowna. This will take us past the Nancy Greene summit, the Blueberry-Paulson summit and over the pass past Big White Ski Resort.
After Kelowna, we’ll ride the “back side” of Okanagan Lake to Vernon, where apparently we’re staying overnight in a yurt. The next day it’s Highway #6 to the Needles-Fauquier Ferry across the Lower Arrow Lake, and then along the lake to Nakusp.
After Nakusp, we continue along Highway #6 through the Slocan Valley back to Castlegar.
Good times!
Four thousand, four hundred and twelve kilometers. Ten days. Of that, nearly fifteen hundred kilometers in two driving days on the motorcycle with my lovely on the back.
It was so worth it. Next big trip on July 19/20 with Curtis, Lloyd and possibly Uncle Vic!
After all that mucking about, my brother called. “What’s going on?” he asks.
I tell him my sordid sob story.
“J — give my father-in-law a call. All you need to do is buy that drawbar that was too long and cut the end off it. Dad Wiebe will have tools.”
Continue reading Bringing the Motorcycle on Vacation
This list is longer than I originally intended…
Continue reading Steps to Bringing My Motorcycle on Vacation (updated)
Yesterday, the outside temperature rose to 10ºC.
I’ve been sick with a stomach flu, but felt a little better in the afternoon. The sun was shining, melted snow was dripping frantically from the roof, and under my motorcycle in the yard, an ever-widening patch of uncovered grass.
Continue reading Gearing Up
The driving rain subsided to a trickle, and then stopped. After an hour or so, I packed up some rags and chrome polish and wandered out to the bike to see what I could do to the pipes. I scrubbed industriously for awhile, and they started looking really nice again.
It dawned on me that it was warm, sunny, with just a light breeze. I checked the temperature: twelve degrees Celsius. Hmm… roads are dry too…
My beautiful wife was feeling tired and uncomfortable. But with happy, enthusiastic persistence, I managed to convince her to come out for a ride.
Continue reading Sneaking in a Ride
