A day at the track

View Larger Map A friend of mine today was taking his bike to the Toronto Motorsport Park outside of Hamilton, and he invited me along. It was my first time at a track and, despite being vastly outnumbered my being on a cruiser and everyone riding some sort of sports/racing bike, it was a lot of fun. My friend Geoff had completely customized his own bike doing his own paint job and even fabricating from scratch certain parts of the fairing. The were lots of different types of bikes at the track. There were both old and new bikes. Many, like Geoff, had been worked on by their owners and converted to race, others were people’s own street bikes with the various adjustments needed to make them track-worthy. The park also had a drag racing track where everything from motorcycles to pick up trucks could race. Some of the muscle
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Towed! (revisited)

So after a long process of asking around at several offices and websites, I managed to discover the actual process to dispute and get a refund for a tow. It was not, as I initially was advised, to file a complaint with the small claims court. It turned out that this process would have cost nearly as much as what I was trying to get back not counting the time to fill out paper work and go to court. I first emailed and, after no response, called the Toronto parking authority about the situation to settle out of court and it turns out that there is an address to which you can write to request an investigation. So I wrote out a letter and made copies of all my receipts and the ticket and sent it in to the parking authority. Less than a week later I got a call
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Why I Hate Electronic Instrument Panels

I recently bought a 1985 Honda Magna v45. I love the bike, but it was my first with an electronic instrument panel. The biggest difference between it and my previous bike, a 1983 Kawasaki 440 LTD, is the electronic low-fuel indicator as opposed to the reserve tank method. I was a bit wary of the electronic low-fuel light when I made my purchase, but it was all in good working order so it was quickly off my mind. Last night I was riding one of my favorite loops in Toronto and had just pulled on to the DVP when the bike started to chug and lose power. I managed to pull it off on the shoulder and started to assess the problem. I quickly realized the tank was bone dry. There was no previous indication that I was low on fuel. A few quick calls and my Dad came to the rescue (again, thanks Dad!). What really irritated me was that there
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