This post is not really about Zen and it is only a little about motorcycle maintenance. In my attempt to get the bike back on the road, I had to conduct a little repair and in the process surrendered to a Zen-like understanding in all things mechanical. Spring arrives later at the cottage, two hoursContinue reading “Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance”
Category Archives: Motorcycle adventures
Life is a highway
I want to drive it all day long. Alas, all good things must come to an end. It was a gorgeous fall day; temperature hit 21, sun and cloud, warm breeze. The forecast was calling for single digit highs and below freezing nights for the next week. It will not be long before we willContinue reading “Life is a highway”
On the road
It is raining heavy this morning and expected to continue until this evening so the next ride will have to wait ’til tomorrow. The day of my maiden voyage was the epitome of a northern fall afternoon. The sun was shining, the air was brisk and the leaves were in full splendour. It was theContinue reading “On the road”
get your motor running
My search came to an end last week and materialized in all its glory yesterday. The month of September dragged on forever. I completed and passed the M1 exit course on the long weekend, qualifying me for the M2. Under the provincial rules, I wasn’t eligible to pick up the upgraded licence until September 27,Continue reading “get your motor running”
421
My bike for the entirety of the training weekend was numbered 421. Not to be mistaken for Will Ferguson’s Giller award winning 419, which refers to “the section in the Nigerian Criminal Code that deals with obtaining money or goods under false pretences.” The only way I was going to obtain my M2 would beContinue reading “421”
bicycle race
I have been riding my bike for the past two weeks, trying to get ready. Until then, it was hanging in the garage, not yet rescued from its winter home until we returned from the cottage. I purchased the antique, used, several years ago as part of an increased exercise regime. It has fenders, whichContinue reading “bicycle race”
the itch
I don’t know exactly when I first had the itch to learn to ride a motorcycle. Many years ago, when our son was playing baseball, another father owned one and I recall his waxing poetic about cruising the Don Valley on a late, warm summer evening, when traffic was light. I could imagine winding upContinue reading “the itch”
Wonderings 