Other Motorcycle Stories

This story started over twenty years ago. Life was simpler then. A 24″ television was a big deal. 40 channels of cable was a big deal. Monday night wrestling was a big deal. If you were a really good kid, you got ...

Last week I shared Bikini Bike Washes: Attraction or Deterrent? I shared my reasons for not partaking in bikini bike washes as well as Liz’s concerns about the negative impact bikini bike washes could have on a business or event… ...

We’ve been following Liz Keener on Twitter for some time now – not that she’s ever followed us back, but hey, you can – and came upon this article that she wrote two days ago about bikini bike washes. In ...

A little 10-year-old girl was walking home, alone, from school one day, when a big man on a black motorcycle pulls up beside her. After following along for a while, he turns to her and asks, “Hey there little girl, ...

All riders are drawn to the wind in their faces, and the wide open feeling that comes from motorcycle riding… but life is a matter of degrees, and we all have our own preferences. A cruiser guy will never understand ...

Night times are always the worst. It’s just you and your battle scars, the ones inside and out, on a motorcycle riding aimlessly in desperate search of dawn. On your right arm are the burns from fiddling with things and ...

I'm 25 years old. I've owned over a dozen motorcycles. I've been riding since I was a teenager. I hold a full M Class motorcycle license in Ontario. I don't own a car or even a car license. I own a house, and a garage full of motorcycles.

I haven't been in a motorcycle accident. I haven't received a ticket in about three years. I started my professional career by working in the motorcycle industry. If Saskatchewan's proposed rules applied to me, nearly everything I just told you would cease to be true.

Some nights there are far too many hours between when the bar lets out and when the cemetery opens up. Those are the nights bad things can happen. Those are the nights when your best bet is calling up a ...

Five years ago today I purchased my first bike, a 2005 Derbi Atlantis 50cc two-stroke scooter. I bought it from a so-called “scooter dealership” (read: glorified clothing store with a service garage). They sold me a helmetthat was far too big, and couldn’t have be bothered to show me the controls to my new scooter after they handed me the key. That is to say, five years ago today is the day of my first two wheeled accident, about 10 feet down the alleyway from the first place I ever fired up a bike.

We’ve all been down this same, long road of learning. This short story looks back on how quickly motorcycling can become a way of life.