Jump to content


  • Content Count

  • Joined

  • Last visited

Community Reputation

0 Neutral

About Danno2

  • Rank
    Sport Tourer

Profile Information

  • In My Garage:
    02' vfr
  1. Danno2

    There She Is....

    The last couple of months have been pretty rough. Not a lot going on in the middle of winter in Ontario. In the middle of a huge kitchen reno, I have not been involved in much else lately. On the weekend I made it out to the garage to use the table saw, and there she was... I pulled the cover off to check her out. It was really weird to sit on a bike when it is -30°C outside. Can't wait for the spring to come. Last year I was on the bike March 14th. so, based on that date, I have one month to go. Piece of cake right? Can't wait for the early morning, 1000km day rides to 507. Can't wait to pack up the luggage and head out for a 3 day camping long weekend. Can't wait to plan a cross country trip. Can't wait to fire the bike up for the first time. I even can't wait to get caught in the rain.
  2. Why do people not use their signals? On the bike I'm a little more aware of other vehicles around me (should be in the cage too), no one uses their signals for the reason they are there. Alerting other people of their intensions. Are people lazy? Do they not like the sound they make? Do they not want other people to know where they are going? Do they not know where they are going themselves? If your already in the left turning lane, and stopped, it makes no sense to put your signal on then. If your veering towards the left turning lane, chances are you are turning left too, put your signal on before I can tell your turning left. If your checking your shoulder madly trying to see if anyone is in your blind spot, but your signal on in the mean time. Let everyone else know what you are trying to do. enough of a rant for today. TGIF.
  3. Danno2


    The last couple of weeks I've been trying to justify to myself why I should keep riding. On a planned 2000 km trip a couple weeks ago my friend crashed. He was ok thanks to full leathers, the bike was ok too, a lot of cosmetic damage. The biggest problem was a broken clutch lever though. At this point I would like to thank a couple of the locals; 1. Thanks for putting gravel on EVERY corner of the road so that you could potentially kill someone out for a fun afternoon. 2. Thanks to the local bike shops(4 of them) for putting ZERO effort towards helping us get up and riding at 2:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday, when all we needed was a clutch lever. A $300 tow to a shop that was supposed to help (but didn't), and a savior with a pick up truck (700 km away) we were back home. let the thought process begin.... As I mentioned previously, riding solo just isn't the same. But riding with people adds some risk. The risk of being dissapointed with a crash (3 this year!). The risk of someone getting hurt (1). The risk of being pushed to ride past your limits or push others to ride past theirs(3). The risk of bad weather(2). The risk of... well the list goes on. As I was travelling in a cage for about 20 hours in the last 2 days, I observed hundreds of motorcycles, groups and solo's riding along (No VFRs, mostly Harleys... I don't get it) The last couple weeks have sucked trying to justify why I ride. Enough of that! I like riding. Who cares why.
  4. Another trip about 80 km north of where I live to a small town bike shop for some new rear rubber last night. boring ride, only straight roads there. The real entertainment doesn't happen on this journey though, this trip is usually about the destination (few and far between I know). As usual there are a tonne of bikes all in pieces, some more than others lying around. Track bikes, hobby bikes, crashed bikes, etc... Tools are equally scattered in various tool boxes as they are moved from tool box to tool box for track days and other events that these guys go to. What should have taken about 10 minutes to do (with the ease of the single side swing arm tire removal) took about an 1.5 hours. No problem though. Me and my friend took our time cruising around the shop, checking out the various pieces of kit hanging all over the place, all the tools we don't have, all the bike pieces, a couple of conversations with the shop junkies too. All great guys, having no problem to stop what they are doing and talk to us. The head mechanic took the time and patience to answer questions about what he was doing, and in what order and "why why why"... I sounded like a 4 year old... He never sounded short or annoyed with any of the stupid questions we asked (and yes, there is such a thing as a stupid question which reminds me of a good friend's 5 second rule....). Pretty hospitable for a shop considering they closed when we arrived but made arrangements to stay open to get us our rubber. We got to see a 15 year old pull a motor out of a chassis that weighed more than him. We got to see the same 15 year old pull a wheelie across the driveway on his new bike to show his mom the bike for the first time (probably not what I would have done to make her feel better). Could talk about a lot more about this cool shop, but nothing really extraordinary happened. On the way home stopped for a chili deal @ timmies (why are they always out of chili?) and headed home. After over 12,000 km on my previous Pilot Power I decided to get another. Many reasons for the tire lasting so long were joked about @ the shop... ha ha ha, laugh away. I'm trying to make the most out of these Ontario roads ok!
  5. I wish I was living in the UK. I live up in Ontario Canada. The roads aren't as twisty as I would like, but they will do. I'm glad that it sounds more exotic than it is though. http://local.live.com/?v=2&cid=E392EB0369236DA3!119 Here is a link of both locations. My route home was sort of zig zaging along close to Georgian Bay and lake Huron.
  6. Last weekend I decided to take the long way back from Coldwater to London (280 km via slab). Especially since it was late on Sunday and the 400 would have been jam packed with cottagers returning to the big cities and I wouldn't have been able to hit the upper limit on the 407 (it really does work!) because of the traffic, and well back roads are just plain nicer sometimes. Turned out to be a good call, had a good ride, what took less than 2.5 hours on the way there, took about 4.5 on the way back. I decided to go a bit out of the way and take beaver valley road. I followed a route that a group of 4 of us took back on the May long weekend trip (5?C and snowing weekend). I was expecting the same feelings and sense of accomplishment this time, boy was I wrong. Don't get me wrong, I still had a great ride. The sun was just getting low on beaver valley and I came into it from a higher road so I could see the roads I would soon be on. Great ride! But when I got to one of the same Tim Hortons that the 4 of us stopped at on the way home, there was no one to talk to. No one to ask if they noticed those deer running across the field. No one to comment on the sunset over beaver valley. No one to comment to that it was nice to travel the road and not have to stop every 45 minutes because it was so friggin cold! I had perfect weather for this trip btw. When I got back home I shared the trip with 2 of the 3 riders who were with me on the long weekend. Both were jealous. One of the 4 riders is away on a 6 week business trip, and I will have probably forget the story by the time she gets back. I won't have the chance to tell her that her and the other two made that trip so much fun in the first place. It is definitely not about the destination. It is about the journey. It is also about the people. Have fun riding with your groups everyone.
  7. I don't have anything interesting to say @ the moment, but every once in a while....
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Privacy Policy.