Rides & Events

I was somewhere around ten years old. My father had taken me to the auto show in Toronto. It was the late 90s. Neon was out. The Y2K fears were in. At the Metro Toronto Convention Center there was a ...

Riding the long white cloud – A Review of Real Aotearoa’s Burt Munro Tour It’s funny how so often our own backyard is the last place we explore. Well this was definitely the case for me anyway. As a Kiwi from ...

In 2014, a two year journey on a bitch of old Ural 650 motorcycles with sidecars was started by a group of artists stitched together from all over the world. Yes, that is the correct term for four Ural motorcycles with ...

In 1916 Adeline and Augusta Van Buren set out from New York to prove they could ride as well as anyone. With World War I looming, the Van Buren sisters planned to show that women had what it took to ...

In 2014, a two year journey on a bitch of old Ural 650 motorcycles with sidecars was started by a group of artists stitched together from all over the world. They began their journey from Halle Saale (East Germany) with ...

I see more, I feel more; therefore I am more alive while riding a motorcycle. I have driven these roads hundreds of times since I was a kid but never have I experienced them this way. It is different on ...

Jacob Laukaitis is a motorcyclist loving life. He's a self-proclaimed "digital nomad – a Wi-Fi and computer powered traveler", Jacob can work from anywhere as long as he has those two things. He spends 9-10 months of the year travelling. With no ball-and-chain physical office space, Jacob has visited over thirty countries in the past two years and is currently working remotely on ChameleonJohn.com, a company he co-founded.

Riding a motorcycle in Iceland is an out of this world experience. Riding on an island covered in volcanoes, waterfalls, glaciers, and mountains, it’s an adventure motorcyclist’s paradise. We’re sitting down with Shawn Edmonson, creator of Where the Glacier Meets the ...

We sit behind our desks, or serve average faces coffee. We stand behind wandering eyes, always looking for the next adventure. That next opportunity to grab a moment and store it away into the archives of our mind. Women confined ...

My father hit me once, but he only ever hit me once. What I learned from that single open handed hit was discipline, love, grace, humility, respect, and trust. The strike itself taught me the first lesson (discipline). I had been ...