Two Wheel always had a Bartertown/Beyond the Thunderdome/ post-apocalyptic kind of feel to it, but it's all gone now!
My son Max and I went for one of those perfect rides today. We headed down to Guelph in sunny, room temperature air with no wind. It was glorious. After a few stops and lunch we headed back north and swung into Two Wheel Motorsport's new digs. The building looks impressive from the outside but the insides are something else! Two Wheel used to have a kind of organic, bigger than where it was situated/post apocalyptic vibe to it, the new place is enormous, modern and shows off their stock like a bike show.
With walls of glass and an open concept, if you've never been to Two Wheel before, it's worth a trip north of Guelph on 6 - you can't miss riding past this motorcycle Mecca now.
Shock & Awe when you walk in the front door of the new building!
Not only can you actually sit on the bikes now (they used to be piled on top of each other so you couldn't get a leg over), but there is so much space the stock on hand feels more like a bike show than a dealer!
They even had examples of modern art on display!
I could happily walk in to Two Wheel Motorsport and drop fifty grand. My local dealer has gone pro. I can't wait to see how they evolve into their new space. The only downside was having to dual sport my way across the unpaved parking lot on a Concours with a passenger. Hopefully the drive will be paved soon and then this place will become a beacon for bikers all over the area. It's worth a ride over to see what they've done.
The only thing cooler than hunting with velociraptors on a motorbike is hunting with velociraptors on motorbikes!
I don't know how Triumph manages it, but they got a Scrambler into most of the scenes that involve chasing dinosaurs in the new Jurassic World flick. We just got back from it today and it's a good time, especially if you've seen the original. You see Chris Pratt fiddling with the bullet proof fuel injected Scrambler in an early scene, then he breaks it out for the big hunt half way through the film. The kids in the film point out, "your boyfriend is pretty bad ass!" - well of course he is, he's riding a classically styled form before function bike!
My hair never looked that good, even when I had some.
So just in case David Beckham riding into the unknown (except for the people who live there - they know about it) on a Triumph Scrambler wasn't enough, you've now got hunting dinosaurs WITH DINOSAURS! The former might have pegged the hipster meter, but the later turns it up to eleven! Needless to say, the interwebs couldn't resist, and it didn't take long to get a parody out of it:
I didn't realize I was sitting on a movie star at the Toronto Bike Show this year!
The Triumph Scrambler seems to have this magical ability to look like a capable off road bike while weighing over five hundred pounds (handy perhaps if you're riding with dinosaurs). I'm still looking for my basic dual purpose machine, but I can't say that Triumph's cunning placements don't have be jonesing for a Scrambler, at least until I've had to pick it up out of the dirt a couple of times and discovered that the retro look is also very breakable, then I'd be begging for the two hundred (!) pound lighter and more robust Suzuki I've been longing for, though it wouldn't be nearly so nostalgic and hipster chic. I've always gone for function over appearance in my motorbiking, but Chris Pratt on a Scrambler isn't making it easy.
The story told in a photo is told as much by the viewer as it is by the photographer, and it's non-linear.
Since I was solo on the circumnavigation of Georgian Bay I brought along some gear to capture the moment. I prefer photography. I think a good photo is an entire world you can get lost in, and unlike video it isn't forcing you to follow along frame by frame. In a photo you're free to wander with your eyes in a non-linear way.
Having said all that, I brought along some video gear to try out on this trip. I'd love a GoPro, but since they cost almost as much as my bike did, I got a cheap Chinese knock-off instead (and a cheap knockoff it is!) The Foscam AC1080 takes fantastic video (full 1080p) and decent photos (up to 12 megapixels), and at only about $140 taxes in, it's less than 1/3 the price of a GoPro. Where it falls apart is in the fit and finish. In a week of what I'd describe as gentle use for an 'action camera' the buttons never lined up right with the unit inside the waterproof case (I ended up having to remove the camera to start and stop it), the case itself was so rickety it would just blow over in the wind (the GoPro has a ratchet in the stand that locks in position, the Foscam is just a plastic screw), and the case itself snapped at the base after only a few uses. It also gets uncomfortably hot when it recharges. I have some concerns about the physical capabilities of this 'action' camera.
The Foscam takes nice stills too, when it takes them.
The other shaky part of the Foscam is its operation. You can start it up and it'll stop again for no apparent reason (though this might have to do with convoluted options buried in menus). You might think the GoPro lacking in options, but it has very streamlined operation and always gets what you're filming (which is vital in action video), and it does it without an LCD or menu options buried three deep. The Foscam also saves in a .mov file format which Sony Vegas seems determined not to render properly. If you can get past all that frustration you can get some very nice video out of the Foscam:
... and you can find you've got nothing because it shut off just when you were about to do a one time thing:
A quick video of the boarding of the Chicheemaun ferry in Tobermory - why did I take it from the Olympus Camera around my neck? Because the Foscam shut off for no apparent reason just as we were about to board. But hey, when it works it makes nice pictures.
The go-to camera was my trusty Olympus Pen. This is the best camera I've ever owned - a micro SLR with swappable lenses and full manual control. It also takes video in a pinch. This camera punches well above its weight. If I were to pony up for something better, it would be an Olympus OM-D that takes the same size lenses, and then go on a lens hunt for some macro and telephoto madness.
Also on this trip I brought along a Samsung S5, which takes nice pics and decent video. Smartphone cameras have gotten so good that I don't think about point and shoot cameras any more, they are redundant. My only regret is not picking up the bonkers Nokia Lumia 1020 with it's massive camera built in, but then Telus didn't have it. I'm not really through with the Foscam yet. Once I've got it worked out, hopefully I can still use it to get some quality video off the bike. The other day we were out for a ride so I decided to focus on getting some audio instead. Yes, riding a bike really is as fun as this sounds. I'm going to look into making some finer audio recordings to catch the sound of riding, it's a different angle on motorbike media. Over the summer I plan to look into more advanced 3d modelling and micro-photography as well as maybe some drone work. I'm looking forward to pushing the limits with motorbike media creation.
First up would be the bike, in this case a Connie I picked up in a field late last summer for eight hundred bucks. After a winter of repairs, it safetied in April and I've since put on almost two thousand miles with nary a complaint. It starts at the touch of a button and feels much more substantial than the 650 Ninja I had before. It also continues to surprise me with its athleticism.
As a long distance bike its comfortable seat and upright riding position (greatly aided by risers on the handle bars installed by the previous owner) make long rides very doable. It'll manage about 40mpg in regular use and gets up into the mid-forties on the highway at a brisk pace, giving you well over 200 miles to a tank. I miss the lightness of the Ninja (the Conours weighs over two hundred pounds more than the Ninja did), especially when I do something stupid like ride the Concours into deep sand, but it handles two up riding with ease and still wants to play on winding roads. As a compromise it's a great piece of engineering that still has soul.
RIDING GEAR
The Helmet
I picked up a Bell Revolver Evo Warp (!) helmet during the winter. I tried it on my first trip of the year and it was AGONIZINGLY PAINFUL! Since then I've had at the inside of it, removing the snap buttons from the padding around the temples. Without the hard buttons pressing through the padding into the sides of my head like a torture device this helmet has suddenly become very wearable for long trips. It managed the Georgian Bay run with no pain, though it is heavy and noisy wind-wise. It looks a treat though.
The perfect helmet? Full face when you need it, open when you don't.
I'm still looking for the perfect lid. I enjoy the view and lack of claustrophobia in an open faced helmet, and the better ones seem to offer good wind protection too. Weather-wise, a full face lid is usually quieter and keeps you warmer when needed. What would be ideal is a helmet that converts from one to the other. Jo Sinnott wears just such a helmet in Wild Camping, but those Roof Helmets are impossible to find on this side of the world.
The Jacket
I picked up a Teknic Motorcycle jacket at the North American Motorcycle Show in January from Two Wheel Motorsport. My first jacket was a discount deal, the first thing that looked like it would do the job. This Teknic jacket is next level in every way. It breaths well in warm weather and keeps me remarkably warm when it isn't. It was able to handle the twenty degree swing in temperatures on this trip with ease. It's a bit disco, but I like it, and with my initials on it, I couldn't say no. Too bad Teknic seems to have gone under.
The Gloves
I brought a long a pair of colder weather gloves but never used them. Between the Concours' wind protection and the multiple talents of the gloves I brought, I never used them. These leather mits from Leatherup.ca have far exceded any expectations. They breath well, are warm in the cold and feel both sturdy and protective. Other than some tired velcro on the wrists that still work, these gloves have been flawless. I need a red pair to go with the new colour scheme.
The Boots
Another second generation purchase, these Alpinestars MX-1 boots were a second season buy to replace the discount boots I purchased to attend riding school. Like the gloves, they manage a wide range of temperatures, especially on the well equipped Concours. Unlike the cheap boots, I sometimes forget to change out of these when I get to work, they're that comfortable. They did the whole Georgian Bay trip flawlessly. The only time I'd worry about them is in rain, which I didn't face - they are vented.
The Pants
I brought along a pair of motorbike-specific jeans, but never used them (I intend to pack much lighter next time around). The Macna pants I got last year but got too fat to fit into fit much better now, and I never took them off. They look a bit spacey, but I like that. They breath like shorts and still manage to provide excellent wind protection and remarkable warmth behind the Concours' fairing. Best pants ever? Maybe! The armoured jeans stayed in the panier all weekend wasting space. These Macna pants are one of the few pieces of kit I can offer no improvements on, they are ace!
The Luggage
The Concours comes equipped with a pair of panniers from the factory which I used for tools and tech on one side and rain gear and clothes on the other. I generally never had to go into either. When I first got the bike I got a Givi Blade B47 tail box. In general use it stays on the back and is used to hold helmets and bits and pieces when I commute to work. Like my previous Givi it has performed flawlessly. New for this trip I picked up an Oxford X30 magnetic tank bag for less than half price thanks to Royal Distributing's tent sale in the spring. What a fine piece of luggage this bag is! On the ferry to Manitoulin I consolidated the book and camera bags I brought along into it and put them away in the panniers never to appear again (I plan to pack much more lightly next time around). The Oxford worked as a backpack, camera bag and laptop case. Fully expanded it carried all of those things and more with room to spare. It was also nice to lay on when bombing down the highway when I wanted to get a couple of minutes out of the wind. I'd highly recommend it. *** Good kit can make all the difference, and what I had for this trip did the job so well I didn't need any of the backup I'd brought along. After you've done a few trips I imagine you refine the kit until you've narrowed it down to just what you need and nothing more. I'm still looking for the helmet I fall in love with. I must have an oddly shaped head, but I live in hope. I'm going to have to commit to a top tier helmet, but not until I'm sure it fits, and it can do everything I need it to.
Espanola to Waubaushene, the long way around Georgian Bay is just over 300kms of highway focus.
Circumnavigating Georgian Bay for the first time made me aware that I've never done this kind of mileage before. I was wondering how I'd hold up on such a long ride. Up on the Bruce Peninsula I faced strong headwinds that constantly knocked me about, and throughout the ride I faced temperatures from under ten to over thirty degrees Celsius. None of that stressed me as much as the highway stint I did out of Espanola around Georgian Bay to Waubaushene.
Parked by French River, I prepare for the second leg of the long highway ride south.
Just over three hundred kilometres of highway got started at about 9:30am. Being on divided multi-lane highway on this bike for the first time was a novelty that wore off by Sudbury. What faced me then was a long ride south with more traffic than I usually go looking for.
When I drive on the highway I strive for lane discipline. I keep right except to pass and chastise myself if I fail to indicate a lane change, which almost never happens. I'd consider myself a disciplined car driver and I prefer to make time and leave most of the confused/distracted types behind me. In my first year of riding I had a moment when I was following a beige mini-van and realized I'm on a machine that could pass much more safely than I can in a heavier/slower/less manoeuvrable car (short of extremely exotic cars, any motorcycle is better at braking, accelerating and turning, and exotic motorcycles are better at that than exotic cars). I passed the mini-van and put myself in empty road where I wasn't depending on the attention of button mashing smartphone zombies in cages. The extremely defensive mindset of a competent motorbike rider who exploits the abilities of their vehicle to emphasize their own safety really appeals to me. I've ridden that way since. Out on the highway I was moving at speed, dealing with blustery winds and sore muscles from hundreds of miles travelled. The gyroscopic nature of a bike's wheels means you don't have to worry about tipping over, but a bike still changes directions in a heartbeat. At one point I stretched my neck by looking down at the tank and when I looked up I'd changed lanes, that'll get the adrenaline flowing. Riding at highway speeds on a motorcycle demands constant vigilance. You need to be looking far down the road and taking your eyes off the pavement for even a moment can produce some nasty surprises. You're covering more than ninety feet per second at highway speeds. It's taxing to be that focused for hours at a time on a machine that longs to change
direction. When I pulled off the 400 in Waubaushene I was relieved to be off the highway but immediately got rewarded by seeing my first Ninja H2 on the road at the intersection. It's amazing how good something like highway riding feels when you stop doing it, but the moment you stop you immediately begin recharging your battery for the next time you're out there. Doing difficult things well is one of the key rewards in riding, and getting myself from Espanola down to Midland by lunch time meant I could spend an easy afternoon tootling about along the white sand shores of Georgian Bay. An added bonus from my highway stint? The Concours typically gets about 38-40mpg in commuting/start stop riding, but that highway stint (which wasn't slow) got me my best ever mileage, 43mpg! At that rate a fill-up gets you north of 230 miles if you're in top gear making progress. And I don't think I've ever heard the big one litre four cylinder purr like it did as I punched a bug shaped hole through the air around Georgian Bay.
Bike magazine's resident lawyer had a great piece on the dangers of the over educated novice rider. He made the poignant observation that people who haven't had a lot of seat time but have over-thought riding to the nth degree often have much nastier crashes than less trained but more experienced riders. Sometimes the best thing to do is instinctively grab as much brake as you can instead of overthinking an impending disaster. Perhaps riding is more of an art than a science, informed by experience, not training.
As a teacher I found this critical assessment of instruction over experience to be both interesting and probably accurate. There is a lot of anxiety over motorcycle riding from the general public I was determined to get some saddle time and learn the hard way rather than in theory. The over-focus on training and gear tries to mitigate this fear, and it helps to a degree, but if fear is what drives you, I'd suggest that motorcycling isn't what you should be doing. The second piece was Neil Graham's editorial in this month's Cycle Canada. Neil is getting back to form after an agonizing winter back injury. After everyone else had moved on Neil stayed out on track until it became kind of boring and he relaxed into the ride. In his case it was track riding on the edge, but it still spoke to the teaching of muscle memory, something that became evident in the previous Bike piece as well. On my way out of Southern Ontario I was intentionally trying to untense muscles, especially the ones I subconsciously tense when I'm riding. Yoga probably helps with this, but I was able to sense and untense muscles in my legs and backside while riding. Being loose and heavy on the bike allowed me to ride further without fatigue. It also allowed me to respond to issues quickly and lightly. Being able to free your mind from the demands of your body and put yourself into a state of relaxation also opens up a state of heightened awareness. Riding into my driveway on Sunday afternoon I was exhausted but elated and felt like I was coming out of some deep meditation. My mind was full of the 900 kms I'd seen, smelled and felt, and the soreness became something that I'd worked through; the second wind was a real endorphin rush. After the three hundred plus kilometre stretch down the backside of Georgian Bay I suddenly found myself operating beyond the soreness of the long ride. Coming off the very demanding highway ride to quiet back roads probably helped too. If you're able to find a state of intense focus while performing a strenuous mental and physical activity like riding a motorcycle, you tend to be able to find that state much more easily when you're not on the bike and things are easier. Being able to focus and perform while under duress makes entering that state of intense awareness in other circumstances that much easier. I guess I found that moment beyond the thinking and training where I relaxed into the saddle and became the ride. If long distance riding can do that, I suspect I'm eventually going to want to do the deed and get my iron butt.
Around the Bay in a day and a bit 860kms plus another 50 across the bay
I'm back after a day and a half marathon around Georgian Bay. Just over 900kms including 50 on a ferry, and I'm beat! I left at about 8am on Saturday morning and struck north west toward the Bruce Peninsula. The farms were pretty in the morning sun but soon got pretty repetitive. I find Southern Ontario quite tedious with few curves through never ending farm deserts, I was looking forward to getting up onto The Bruce and feeling like I wasn't local any more.
It was a cool, sunny morning and I stopped for coffee and a fill up at the Shell in Hanover. Putting on a sweater I continued north when suddenly my otherwise rock-solid 21 year old Kawasaki Concours started hesitating at part throttle. It was annoying but not trip destroying. I immediately began to suspect that Hanover gasoline. Soon enough I pulled into Wiarton, the gateway to the Bruce, and got myself a warm sausage roll and a very nice (not gas station) coffee at Luscious Bakery & Cafe on the main street; it's a great place to stop before riding onto the windy Bruce Peninsula.
Parked in Wiarton, the Luscious Cafe & Bakery is worth a stop!
