About

I came to motorcyling relatively late in life.  In my youth, I did not own a street bike nor scramble off-road with motocross friends.  I had witnessed one or two races on a track, but that was about it.  My introduction to motorcycling actually came after my children were grown. One day, for my birthday, my family arranged for a scooter rental in Vancouver.  On that two-machine ride with my 20-year-old son, buried memories came bubbling up. They were of Japanese road bikes in the 1970s screaming down the boulevards in my home town of Torino, Italy. Those machines had always impressed me and my younger brothers.

That memory came while I was riding slowly and cautiously on my rented scooter; so timidly, in fact, that my son chided me for riding like a cyclist and not owning my lane. So in the end it wasn’t a quest for speed, but the idea of mastering a new skill and exploring the outdoors that motivated me to get a motorcycle licence. Motorcycling was within reach. It was affordable and a training course was locally available.  So I took the course and bought I bike.

And I haven’t looked back.